"- Son, today we started our day fighting and that left me very sad."
"- Forget about it, mum. That way, we can be happier."
I wish I was 5. I wish I could simply forget to be happy.
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metaphors of silence... the awareness of the unexpressed...
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wise boy. :)... u can always choose to be 5 years old...
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