This morning I found Son O. stumbling around in the dark of my bedroom. I was already awake, but the sun wasn’t, and he somehow ended up in my closet. Today is a special day, so I grabbed him up and hugged him extra tight. He had on his solemn, serious voice.
“Is it August?” he asked.
I smiled. “August twenty-second!”
“Am I five?” he asked.
“You are,” I said.
And he is.
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