yesterday for the first time

she brought a book over for me to read. we read together. but that’s me doing the choosing and the reading. and she reads by herself. she really likes a certain picture of people dancing in a book called The Thanksgiving Door. and she returns to that page again and again on her own.

but yesterday she brought a book and set it in my lap. then she edged it open and looked at me expectantly. and so we read what she wanted to read.

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