Shortly before Thanksgiving I moved out of the spare bedroom, across the hall, into the main bedroom, and Hazel’s bed. I watched her face this morning as she slept. I stared at the shapes her lips make when she sleeps. The creeping sunlight touched her face, and she opened her eyes and stared at me, and she smiled. “You know what I never asked,” she said, “is what about you? What would you wish for if I asked what your three wishes were?” I thought for a moment. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled her head into my shoulder. “It’s okay,” I told her. “I’m good.”
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