The kids and their changes. One stays home to rest hoping her sore throat and slight fever doesn't mean Covid-19. She'll go for testing tomorrow. I eat seafood with the two boys. One is taller with more hair on his face than me. He shows me videos on his phone of an insane comedian on the New York subway not going over very well with this fellow passengers. He's hoping to play college sports again in 2021. Later, I miss a call from the youngest one who's down to the wire with his summer reading paper. I call him back. He's set up to start, but isn't writing yet. He's nervous. I'm not sure what he needs from me. He wants this to be a new start. He hopes this new school will change his life. I hope so too. I hope many things.
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