Tonight, my thoughts dwell on Nate...
How every time I do the dishes, he should be there to help me load/unload the dishwasher.
How that time I was at daycare to pick them up, he saw me out the window while I was getting Ani, and when I went out of view to go through the door, he was devastated because he thought I was leaving him. He was just about a wreck when I came back in his room to get him, and he cried on my shoulder. I felt bad for that having happened to him, but I didn't _try_ to do it. The pain seems all the stronger now when I think about it. I hope there's dishwashers in heaven so Nate and I can work together again.
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