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I knew he would say. Mama, did Grandma go on a trip?
I held my breath. Yes, baby. A long trip.
When she comes back, can we go to her house? We’ll see. He nodded the way three-year-olds nod when they are accepting something they don’t fully understand.
He went back to his pasta. He had a piece on his cheek. I wiped it with my thumb.
I felt my throat get continue reading …
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