Sitting at my sister’s kitchen table in New Jersey, I stare the French bulldog perched on the edge of the sofa straight in the face.
“One, two, three, four….. seventeen, nineteen, thirty-seven, TWENTY”
Sounds emanate from the adjoining room as a wild game of hide-and-go-seek fills my ears, and I find myself both distracted from writing and simultaneously filled to the brim with a grateful heart.
“Henry is in the kitty litter!!!”
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