It was June when Pinchas died and for a long time it ruined spring for me. He was six years old. I used to love the spring, when the weather was warm enough to play outside for hours, but not hot enough to make you cranky and tired. I always loved the smell of flowers blooming and grass that has just been cut. The spring air seemed so alive and full of possibilities. But then Pinchas died in June and the June that came after it brought fresh air that smelled just like the day he died, and I was scared the season would bring something bad again. And all the Junes after brought the same feeling
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