As I'm covering Sam up at bedtime, thoughts turn to tomorrow night...
Sam: "... And I'll write another letter to Santa...
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"Maybe I'll tell him about how I'm out there in the world and the school's not helping me as much anymore."
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"And I can tell him about my ears…."
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"... He really does give good advice."
Me: "Yeah, I guess sometimes he does."
Goodnight, Sam. I love you.
1 comment:
This is beautiful and heartbreaking.
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