Drownded

19 Jul

I was in Charlotte’s room while Peter was getting ready for when his shilouette appeared in the doorway.

     “Mom, which hand is this?” He lifted up his right hand which was dangling limply. 

  “That’s your right hand” I told him.

“My right hand drownded. It’s dead now.” he said, and walked away.

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