I observe. I point at the sky, the birds chirping by our kitchen window. I escape. My range of emotions is wider. I get frustrated, excited, happy, shy, sad... I can go up and down stairs, chairs, beds. I know where spoons are, and crayons, and phones. I miss my Dad when he goes out for more than a day. Look at how I have grown.
Now, let me tell you the things I have seen happening in my family this year.
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