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Josie
Hannah and I walked together to my favorite park by the sea. The little girl was quiet, but after a few questions about school and her friends, she began to open up a little.
We stopped to talk to some seagulls waddling along the sand at Brinks Beach. Hannah thought it was hilarious when I spoke to the birds as if I was fully expecting them to answer.
“What is on the menu for lunch today, Mr. Seagull? Perhaps a bit of mackerel with a side of cod?”
Hannah put her hand over her mouth to contain her giggles. By the child’s sad eyes, my guess was that she hadn’t laughed nearly enough over the past several months. No one could blame her for being sad, but I wanted to do whatever I could to ease some of the child’s heartache.
“Goodbye, Mr. Seagull. Why don’t you deliver dinner to M
