Little Things

Final day of school before Thanksgiving break. I picked up the kids as usual. A year ago this would have been the last day Samuel went to school. I tried to remember picking him up. Was he excited, bouncy, happy about a class party or waving goodbye to his classmates? Did he ask me to carry his backpack, or argue with his brother? Did I notice the expressions on his face, or really listen to his chatter?

I can’t remember.

Another loss.

I didn’t know I’d want to cherish the details later. I didn’t know it would be important. 

 

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