The other night my youngest crawled in bed with me. He had a lot going on inside his little head. We all do right now. “Mommy, I am sad to leave Haiti because I am really going to miss my friends at school. I will miss Daly and Brownie too. I’m scared. What if my friends don’t remember me when I come back? What if our dogs don’t remember us?”
I say, “They will remember you. You are one hard boy to forget!”
“But mommy, my friend Z didn’t remember me when I saw him at the beach. I spent all of Kindergarten and some of first grade with him and he didn’t even know me!”
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