Usually Thomas excels at self-pity. Disappointment or failure, insult or injury--it's all so overwhelming. I understand. But today, when he came home from cricket after school and just wanted to lie down, there was none of that.
He came in to thank me for preparing supper. He said he was grateful to have food when so many go hungry. While I was giving the girls a bath, he rubbed my shoulders. 'I just want you to be happy,' he said.
Who is this feverish child??!?
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