"Tell me," He said, staring up at her with his big blue eyes, rivers flowing from them. He sat there in a small heap. "Will people be easier to understand later in life."
She laughed. "Oh baby, after third grade, it only gets trickier." She said with a small smile. "But you know what?"
"What?"
"I'll be here," She said. "Helping you."
He smiled.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
