Mimi would open your door late at night, squinting in the darkness she'd strain to see without her glasses. "Are you awake? ... It... hurts again."
She'd squirm, her quickly growing body straining against the pajamas that had fit only a month before. A body now that trembled with every pang of growing pains, tender swollen flesh tingling and depriving her of peaceful slumber.
You'd lift the cover invitingly, and she'd slide in beside you, timidly huddling against you as you pet her extraordinary hair.
"Where does it hurt tonight?" You'd ask, unwittingly smiling at her shameful shiver.