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I can only see the top of my daughter’s head from where I sit. She is cuddled up to her furry orange pillow, her hair pulled into a wobbly knot.
“I heard you talking to Alena,” I say.
“Yes.” She tosses on the narrow couch.
“How is she? What’s she doing?” I carefully word my questions. short, and to the point, or there will be no point. I am learning that less is better, but it’s hard.
“She’s great.”

~Literally Stories, January 23, 2018

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