Monday, January 26, 2015

  1. Back to the office after a week of sick-leave. Greeted by the sun shining through the window.
  2. At lunchtime I walk to the bookstore to buy some supplies for Em.
  3. She sneaks into my bed, frustrated by math exercises that don't go as smoothly as she was hoping. I tell her to appreciate her learning more and more every day, to go easy on herself, especially at 10 p.m. And with my arms wrapped around her, her long hair in my face I think of all the great things I wish for her.

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