I sat at the computer, typing an email to my worried parents. Ever since I moved Micah and I to Colorado four years ago, they have been going crazy. They come down and visit whenever they can, but since the sun is out all the time, that is rare.
"Mommy," I hear Micah's little voice from the kitchen. He has grown so much in the past few years. Since he was premature, I thought he would be pretty tiny, but he has grown big like Jacob.
"What Micah?" I look at the door frame and see him sanding there with his thumb in his mouth.
He sighs and looks up sadly at me.
I stand and walk over to him....
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