Smiles and laughing

At night, we play a game with his shirt. I pull it over his head and leave it dangling down his back like long locks.

“Look at my long hair, dad.”

I remember I used to do that when I was small. It seemed so fun then. And it always gets a smile out of him.

I find myself doing things often just to get him to smile and laugh. It’s the best drug.



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