I was away for a few days and read See You at Harry's by Jo Knowles. It's a wonderful story narrated by an amazing 12-year-old girl, Fern.
Mom got into bed with me and read Charlotte's Web. It took all day, and at the end, we both cried and shared a tissue. When we finished sniffling, my mom adjusted herself in the bed so she could look at me. "Fern," she said softly. "Do you know why I named you Fern?" I nodded, looking at the drawing of the girl on the cover of the book. "Why?" she asked. "Because Fern is one of your favorite characters?" "And why is that?" I shrugged. "Because Fern cares," she said. "From the moment you were born, I could tell you had a special soul. I knew you'd be a good friend. A hero." I looked at my chest and tried to feel my soul buried in there, deep in my heart.
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Saturday, July 14, 2012
All will be well.
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