Tuesday, March 19, 2013

I remember on our last night, this small child I played with yesterday gently tapped my shoulder and asked in Spanish, "Chinita, are we playing again later?" Smiling back, "Sorry, we are going to leave tonight" He looked at me pouty faced like he knew despair. i'm sorry kid, for coming and playing with you like I wasn't going to leave
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1 comment:

  1. UnknownMarch 19, 2013 at 9:09 PM

    But sometimes these memories last till death, and it really matters!! :)

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