you want to come sit with me?”
He shook his head.
“Caleb. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to cry.”
He looked at me with David’s eyes, brown and serious, and said, “I know.” Then he went up to his room and closed the door.
That was the beginning.
He was nine then. Nine year olds are supposed to fall apart. I kept waiting for it. I read the grief books. I bought the workbook for kids with the cartoon bear on the front. I made an appointment with
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