2:17 p.m.
While he plays by himself, I
overhear him as he says again and again one word: “Roar!” He loves to pretend he’s a baby
puma. Whence the obsession? Also, who cares?
Hearing a child yell "roar" must be one of life’s tender mercies. Oh wait, there's more. It’s my child, the one I think hangs the moon.
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Dept. of Lost Diary Entries
Hearing a child yell "roar" must be one of life’s tender mercies. Oh wait, there's more. It’s my child, the one I think hangs the moon.
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Dept. of Lost Diary Entries
