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Emily sits in my lap, finishing her pancakes. She’s been sad since I moved downstairs, so when she climbed in my lap this morning, I didn’t tell her to move. If I’m being completely honest, I miss seeing her so often, and I don’t mind hearing her thoughts. They’re usually funny.
“Are you really going to live outside for training?” she asks me.
“Kind of. It’s a tent, but a tent with beds in it,” I try to explain. “It’s not bad.”
She leans back, snuggling into my chest. When she does, her leg brushes against mine, connecting me to her mind.
I don’t want them to go. I’ll miss them.
I kiss the top of her curly hair. I can’t tell her we won’t be far, because she doesn’t understand that I can read her mind. I don’t want to ruin how unafraid she is of me.
Dad approaches
