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" You are different from what I’m used to, little one. Different from the little kid I remember,” he said as we started eating our dinner in a comfortable silence. “Different how?” “I don’t know yet.” I thought about it for a minute, then in a conversational tone said, “Maybe it’s the boobs?” Choking on his food, he coughed for a good minute while I sat there serenely, looking straight ahead. At last, in a strangled voice, he said, “Yeah. It might be the boobs. "
― Ella Maise , To Love Jason Thorn
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" Looking down at his feet, he murmured, “We came to see Lucy because I don’t want her to hate me.”
“So? Do you hate me?” he asked Lucy, his arm tightening around my leg as he waited for his answer.
“Nope.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even a little. In fact, I’m very happy to see you again.”
Happy with the answers he was getting, Aiden let go of my leg and stood in front of Lucy. “You are?”
“Yes. I was worried about you after I left, so it’s good to see you here, standing strong.”
Charmed by her, Aiden threw his arms around her neck and awkwardly hugged her. “I don’t hate you either. I promise. Not like my dad does.”
That earned me another look.
Oh, the joys of having a very honest five-year-old. "
― Ella Maise , To Hate Adam Connor