Mom, Look at That

“At what,” I said.

He was standing on his crutches, looking out at the back window into the yard at the lake house.

I looked there too, but still didn’t see what he was talking about. So, politely, I said, “yeah, nice.”

He saw through my indifference, and said, “Look at how the sunlight is shinning only on the tree.”

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