There's a memory I have been meaning to jot down, and as usual, life's crazy current almost carried it away. Weekend before last, we spend @ Allan's Dad's house. After Jack has gone to bed, we went outside with Maya, onto that lazy quiet tree-lined street I hope I'll always remember. Beautiful evening at dusk.
After a couple of fake-monster chases, which I still regret not photographing, we saw fireflies starting to come out. So we caught a few, and every time handed one off to Maya - who gingerly stretched her stiff palm to accept the bug, and then watch with hesitation and joy for it to fly off.
You won't remember this, Fairy, but I will.
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