Flora, sitting dejectedly at Bella’s table for lunch yesterday.
“Flora, honey, what’s wrong?” I am trying to coax her to eat some lunch before our drive to Erie. “You look really sad.”
My 5-year-old heaves a sigh. “I’m exhausted,” she says.
Flora, sitting dejectedly at Bella’s table for lunch yesterday.
“Flora, honey, what’s wrong?” I am trying to coax her to eat some lunch before our drive to Erie. “You look really sad.”
My 5-year-old heaves a sigh. “I’m exhausted,” she says.
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