Nora Evelyn

Two or so hours after normal bedtime, Nora stumbles up to me looking for all the world like a drunken sailor 3 days into shore leave.
“daddy?”, she slurs at me. “daddy?”
“yes, honey?”
“daddy, are you mommy?”
“no”
“okay”
*goes back to bed, climbs in, and falls instantly asleep*

every syllable the truth.

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