Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters
“What little food my five-year-old daughter was going to eat had been eaten and all that was left was the playing.
A handful of children scampered before me. My daughter was somewhere in the mix. After a few moments, she rocketed out of a pit of balls, scattering them everywhere.
“Natalie, be careful,” I muttered. She squealed in delight, not hearing a word. She ran toward me panting, “Did you see them?” she asked eagerly.
“Did I see who?” I cringed, nervous I was about to have one of those “my kid said what?” type situations.
“Them!” She pointed at two little girls about her age. “They’re the same kid twice!” She announced.
“They aren’t the same child twice,” I explained, smiling.
“They wear the same clothes,” she loudly noted again. “And the same face!” She bellowed completely elated at her discoveries.
“I think they’re neat!” she hollered over her shoulder as she ran off.
“Me, too,” I said, more to myself than anyone.
“Thank you,”
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