by Jim Shahin
As good a decision as it was, though, all this losing and forgetting made me tired. I found myself mumbling. And slouching in chairs.
I thought, you’re the parent here. You’re acting like a 12-year-old. It occurred to me that I ought to do something more proactive. But I figured, the shirts will show up eventually.
I let go, at least for the next few hours. And it felt good.
I felt like a kid again.
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