Tag: little moments
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The Red Hoodie
My son came out of his bedroom closet, oblivious to the mess he’d just made, holding a grey hoodie. “Is this Walter’s?” he asked, because he still sometimes refers to himself in the third person. “It was yours when you were younger,” I told him. “It’s too small for you now.” I recognized the sweatshirt.…
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