Monday, September 20, 2004

Somewhere to start.

One afternoon I was sitting in the living room with one eye on the news and the other on Tate coloring at the coffee table, when Ganma came in and asked how his day had been.

With a heavy sigh, he just kept coloring and said, “You know, Ganma? Some days I have good days and some days I have bad days. *sniff* But some days stuff just happens and I lose all my tabs.”


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