June 15, 2013


Jim had been waiting for almost an hour. Quite an amazing feat for him, I assure you. He had been swinging two and fro on the gate, blabbering away strange stuff on his own, like little boys often do.

Finally the car was seen at the turn. It stopped and out came his parents, his mother carrying a small bundle of clothes in her arm. She bent down to give Jim a better view, as he looked on with wide eyes full of wonder.

“Your sister,” she said.



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