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“See? Angry monster.”
“I’ll fix it.”
She looked at the screwdriver in my hand.
Then she looked at me.
“With the butter knife again?”
“That butter knife has saved this family many times.”
“Mama, butter knives aren’t tools.”
“Tell that to the cabinet door I fixed last month.”
Her laughter filled the room.
Ever since Daniel’s death, moments like that felt precious. Like fragile pieces of sunlight I needed to protect before they disappeared.
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