i was in the middle of cooking us dinner when she came into the kitchen with water in her eyes. first a trickle, then burbling stream, then raging river, as her eyes moved mine down to the little stick in her trembling hands. i remember i thought it odd that her face was so sad but the little face on the stick was so happy.
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