"Mom!"
Oh, hell, not again.
It's 3:33am.
"Mama!" Sobbing this time.
I stagger into the girls' room. Claire is face down in her bed, not making any sound.
"Clairezie. What's wrong?" I whisper, stroking her hair.
Claire flings herself over, arm across her eyes, and sobs something. I don't get it.
"What, sweetie?"
"I wanna watch a movie!"
Well good to know that other children have strange nights too!
ReplyDeleteCome on! Is that such a strange request? She's just warming you up for the lovely teen years.
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