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The studio had settled into a new rhythm since the wedding, orders steady, the courtyard's small tree grown enough now that Manny had started measuring himself against it every few weeks, marking his progress with a pencil line Ruth had reluctantly allowed on the stone wall."I'm taller than the third branch now," he announced, arriving in the workshop still in his school uniform, backpack sliding off one shoulder. "I checked this morning.""That's very impressive growth.""Dr. Osei says I'm growing in other ways too. Not just height." He said it easily, without any of the careful weight that phrase might once have carried. "He says I don't need to see him as much anymore. Just once a month now, instead of every week."I felt something warm settle in my chest."How do you feel about that.""Good. I still like talking to him. But I don't need to as much anymore." He climbed onto his usual stool, watching me work. "Can David come this weekend. Sarah said it was okay if you said it was o

The school auditorium was smaller than I expected, folding chairs arranged in careful rows, a hand-painted forest backdrop covering the back wall, the whole room buzzing with the nervous energy of parents settling in for a performance their children had rehearsed for weeks. Kelvin found seats near the front, and Margaret's housekeeper wheeled her in not long after, positioned in the aisle where she'd have a clear view, her face already bright with anticipation. "He's been rehearsing at home for days," I told her, settling into the seat beside Kelvin. "I think he's said his three lines about a hundred times this week alone." Margaret smiled, and pressed my hand once, gentle, and I felt the warmth of it settle into me the same way it always did now, no longer carrying any trace of the fear it once might have. David and Sarah arrived just as the lights began to dim, sliding into the row behind us, David immediately leaning forward to whisper something excited to Kelvin about which tre

Manny fell asleep on the studio couch before dinner, homework abandoned halfway through, Sir Hops tucked under one arm, and I sat beside him for a while rather than waking him, watching the slow, even rise and fall of his breathing.His small notebook had slipped partway out from under the couch cushion, and I picked it up carefully, hesitating before opening it, uncertain whether this was a privacy he'd want kept even from me.I opened it anyway, gently, curious what he'd been writing lately.The early pages were exactly as he'd described them once, small entries in careful, uneven handwriting. Kelvin can't cook eggs very well but he tries really hard. Amara has a hamster named Biscuit. I smiled, turning the pages slowly, watching his handwriting steady itself entry by entry, the letters growing more confident the further I read.Then, further in, an entry I hadn't expected.Today I met David. He's like me but different. I think we're going to be friends for a long time. I gave him a

The premiere invitation sat on my desk for three days before I actually opened it, a small, ridiculous hesitation I couldn't quite explain even to myself.I'd picked it up a dozen times, turning it over, reading the studio's return address without ever breaking the seal, and set it back down again each time, telling myself I'd get to it later, once the day's actual work was finished, though the actual work never seemed to quite finish long enough to leave room for it.Anita found me staring at it that evening, unopened envelope still sitting exactly where I'd left it."You're allowed to open your own mail," she said, settling into the chair across from me."I know. I keep almost doing it and then getting distracted by something more urgent.""Nothing's more urgent than this right now. Manny's asleep. I'm right here. Open it."I opened it, finally, and found the invitation inside exactly as expected, the premiere date, the details, a small handwritten note from the director tucked alon

AnitaManny's birthday fell on an ordinary Tuesday, and he'd been counting down the days for weeks, marking each one off on a small calendar he'd taped inside his closet door where only he could see it."Eight," he announced at breakfast, holding up eight fingers with exaggerated seriousness. "I'm officially eight now.""You're officially eight," I agreed, sliding pancakes onto his plate."That means I'm closer to being a grown-up than a baby now. Dr. Osei says that's how math works.""Dr. Osei sounds very wise.""He is. He also says I don't need to see him every month anymore. Just when I want to, if something's bothering me." Manny said it easily, no weight attached to the news at all, casual the way any other small milestone might be. "I think that means I'm doing really well."I felt something warm settle in my chest, watching him eat his birthday pancakes with total, uncomplicated happiness."I think it means exactly that."Kelvin appeared with a small wrapped box, setting it bes