“I fink it’s gohwing da wain,” he comments, looking at the sky.
In a split second, the outside world, the sounds of birds tweeting, the passing vehicles on our busy street, the dinner conversations at our picnic table completely halt. The world fades away into a cloudy haze. I see only my boy, his head tilted back, chin up to the sky, examining the clouds…
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