"Bummer" I exclaimed as he swept the board. He laughed.
"BIG bummer" he shouted as I swept the board. I laughed.
"What else is a big bummer?" the seven year old asked brightly.
"Falling off the swings," I answered.
Being born into abuse and neglect, I thought.
“Let’s play again on Thursday,” he said skipping off to his foster mother.
I've come across your blog before.All these little stories where do they come from?
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