(As Remebered by a very serious 8-year old) Yesterday, I was a king.A crowned sovereign in socks. A boy whose slightest wish was law — whether it was ice cream for breakfast or full control of the TV remote. People smiled at me for no reason. My parents laughed at my jokes — even the onesContinue reading “The Day After Birthday”
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