You hand held mine as we walked as fast as we could towards your school.
Golden sunlight, crisp air and orange trees.
You told me to slow down, " I am soooo tired".
Papa picked you up.
We we get to the brick building with green doors you "wake up"
Kisses and hugs. You are gone in your own place with your own experiences.
Me too. But you will share about friends, books, and animals.
Only if I ask of course.
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