(For Wednesday, May 31, 2006)
Last night on the way home from my uncle's 75th birthday celebration, I glanced at the back seat and saw Miguel seated beside my mom, tired and quiet but happy.
Me: Did you enjoy yourself at the party?
Miguel: Yes.
Me: What part did you like best?
In the dark I could hear his smile.
Miguel: The chocolate fountain. One day I want to have a real chocolate fountain.
Me: But Miguel, that was a real chocolate fountain.
Miguel: I want a bigger one.
Mom and I laugh. I didn't mention that his shirt had chocolate drippings less than 5 minutes into the appetizers.
Miguel: When I go to sleep I'm going to dream of chocolate marshmallows.
Sweet dreams, Miguel.
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1 comment:
The chocolate fountain was a gift from one of his former residents. It pays to be a good guy --- you get great treats on your birthday.
:)
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