Little hands reach up to my face in the darkness. She nurses, gulps and swallows, over and over, while she drifts back to sleep. I’m tired. Really tired.
Harriet laid down on the stairs. Trying to get my attention. Trying to reach out for me in her own way. I asked her to move out of the way. I didn’t go spend time with her. We did earlier though. We had the best time. We will tomorrow. We will make goals, write our book, make some art.
I want to play wii with Fred and Hattie and Ella. After church. I will use a quiet voice from now on.
I’m falling asleep.
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