We woke up early and the fairies had set the table for breakfast. You choose mismatched hair slides and I managed to tame your hair in to almost-bunches. It was a beautiful crisp autumn day. The river was still and quiet. You skipped over the millennium bridge, carrying your blue backpack while I pushed Sam. The school welcomed you in and you told me not to stay.
I heard you laughing from up the corridor.
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