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Miranda wiped the sweat from his small bony brow, cringing with each labored rattle as if she were the one struggling to breathe.
She prayed to God to give him strength as his birdlike chest played sonorous vibrations against her hand.
He turned away from the nebulizer, “I can’t.”
She pulled the bottle with its tiny wand from her purse, and began to blow filling the room with translucent, glistening shells of hope.
His eyes fluttered open in childish wonderment as she lifted him, lowered the wand and watched his breath growing stronger with each magical blow.
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