Why I don’t laugh at his ghost stories

“Mama,” he said to me, snuggled in with a ragged sheepskin, soccer ball, dinosaur and who knows what else under his blanket, “I saw ghost at the park today.” “A ghost?” I replied, smiling. “Aw. What was it like?” “He was very big. He was not happy. He was not kind.” “Oh. What did you … Continue reading

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