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When You Can’t Remember Your Favorite, Dream a Better Dream

When You Grow-Up You Get to be Your Favorite Thing

 

She asks sleepily “Mama, when you grow-up do you get to be your favorite thing?”
I, sitting on her bed say “Yes” then ask “What’s your favorite thing?”
She says (while yawning) “I don’t remember.” Rolls her tiny little body on it’s side, falls quickly to sleep.

Some days are like that, you can’t remember any of your favorite things and all that’s left to do is dream a better dream, dream of new favorite things.

4 replies
  1. Raju Mishra
    Raju Mishra says:

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