"My pain's gone mummy, no doctoh..." Angelo looked at her with desperate eyes. If there was one thing he hated more than physical therapy, it was the doctor. He feared returning there. Amanda stopped walking and bent to give him her full attention. It made her heart ache, seeing the pain in her son's blue eyes. It was her fault. With the preterm labour, Elia coming sooner than expected, and having to watch the newest baby practically every second of the day, they'd slacked off on Angelo's physical therapy.
"Sweetness, remember what mummy told you? We're going to the physical therapist again so you can work on those muscles. Come on. Let me see them." Angelo pouted for a moment, but then he held up his arms, flexing what little biceps he had. It was so cute that Amanda couldn't help but laugh. She pressed a kiss against his forehead. "That's my boy," she said. She took his hand again and continued into the building. For a physical therapy practice, it was a rather cheerful atmosphere. The laughter of children seemed to bleed through the walls, but Angelo seemed closer to tears already. "Hey," Amanda whispered. She leaned close again. "Once your arm is better you can play with Emi and Elia with more ease. You want that, right?" Angelo nodded and wiped tears from his eyes. When it was his turn to go into the room, he clung to Amanda's hand tightly. She smiled encouragingly at him and remained by his side. Amanda knew how much he hated the exercises he had to do. Holding his arms above his head to grasp the 'Olympic' rings was especially uncomfortable for him. However, he did like the ladder and the roller mat wasn't so bad. A sigh of relief left Amanda's lips when she saw a smile light up her son's eyes. He was having fun. She knew there was a chance that later he would feel the soreness in his weaker arm, but he was strong. In more ways than one.
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August 2017
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