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larger than his years.
Then he asked if they were coming back.
I told him no, I did not think so.
I waited for him to cry. He did not cry. He went back to his drawing and finished it and held it up.
Two stick figures. One tall, one small. Holding hands. A house. A big sun in the sky.
He smiled and said four words.
That’s okay. I have you.
I looked at this continue reading …
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