This is the vacation from hell. Here I thought we would have a fun time with Emelia, but she’s probably spent more time with only me or with Adam and Lucy than with Molly and me together.
“Mommy’s sick again?” Emelia asks as we hear Molly throwing up in the toilet.
“Yeah, I think she caught a bug.” I ruffle her hair.
“If you catch a bug, you throw up?” She shakes her head. “No more fireflies.”
I chuckle and put out her swimsuit for her to change into. It’s our last day here and we fly home later today, which I personally cannot wait for. “No, bug means a stomach bug, a virus. Like when you had the flu last year?”
I swear every muscle in her face falls. “That’s how Mommy feels?”
I nod. Probably worse, since she’s felt like s**t longer than Emelia did. I’m half tempted to take her to t
