Stroll
“What’s the matter?” I ask Eli as we walk on the sidewalk behind her parents. She stirs into a smile. “Oh, nothing.” “Really?” “Yeah,” she answers with a lower tone. “Or you just don’t want to talk about it yet?” She nods. “Tell me whenever you want to, okay?” “Okay,” she nods, looking at the ground. I know what she’s thinking about. It’s about her father’s health. I can see that he’s not getting any better. But what am I thinking?! Stop being pessimistic. He’s gonna get better—I know it. We’re climbing a long, mossy staircase now and I have to help her father climb. His right arm is around my shoulder while he holds his daughter’s hand with the other. I’m not hurrying to see what’s up there. I just want to help him. Every step is a second longer and we have a long way to go. It’s
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