It was raining. Whit was a little nervous about being dropped off on the big playground for the first time, but he stayed close to Grace and said he was okay “as long as he had his sister.” They both watched me warily, clearly full of abject terror that I’d embarrass them by crying. I managed to wait on that until I got to the car. Then I went to work. Another day, another year, another swing around the sun.
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