Short squat bottles stinking of sticky sweetness line the inside of the medicine cabinet. Child proof locks surround the tops. Stick figures dance across the labels. The chart on the back reads “up to age 10”. He grins through the pain instead of the shame.

When she’s gone he measures out the liquid and downs a shot praying that the children’s dose will be strong enough.

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