The boy in the barn
- LECTURAS 12
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
There he was. Standing on the bridge, glancing over at the clouds and sun in the sky. I have always been a tad worried he would attempt to fly off the bridge. I don't know why, just sister instinct I think. He, after all, was the happiest boy I'd ever seen.
'Look what I can do!' Philip said. He jumped and threw a paper bird into the sky. He landed on one leg and struggled to put the other on the bridge.
'Careful!' I shouted. He finally found his balance and exhaled roughly.
My heart dropped a little, but he didn't want me to worry. He told me he's already big, so 'he can do it himself'. Philip is turning twelve tomorrow. I wish I could tell him how much I wanted mom and dad to be there with us. Sadly he doesn't even know the concept of parents. I am parents.
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