Then we moved. Now that place we used to visit is just down the road. This time when we went to visit their grandparents, they were strange. It was embarrassing really. I felt like a proud mother. It was wonderful to see those three children bubbling with energy and emotion and raw enthusiasm for life and making memories.
At one point I thought my daughter was going to stand in her chair at the table trying to tell a story to the family. Her family.
We were celebrating Almost Ten's birthday. He smiled when he saw the balloons tied to a line from the house to the bell. His smile bloomed full when he saw the sign on the front porch. The sign they tied there just for him.
He knew the cake was going to be there so that was no surprise but the pinata on the table blew his mind. When we all stood around watching him open his gifts, gifts chosen just for him, that boy turned redder than an atomic fireball candy. The best part was that he knew those gifts were chosen for him. He knew that his grandparents and his aunt had picked them out just for him. He knew we had conspired to make this special, for him.
His laughter rang around the house as he chased his brother and sister.
He said he'd never had a birthday party before. I frowned, we always have a birthday party. Then I realized what he meant, "But it was always just the five of us, wasn't it?"
It was strange really, how the children had changed. Their perspective had changed. They are no longer visitors in this place. Now they belong. The people here know these children now in ways they had only glimpsed before and it feels good to be known.
It feels good to be known.
It's good to know.
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