Friday, 27 November 2009

The Girl


In the wake of the wake, The Girl has been asking a lot of questions.

“Papa, what does it feel like to die?”

I don’t know firsthand, honey – I’ve never died.

“Why do we have to die?”

If we didn’t, no new babies could be born.

“I wish it didn’t have to end, though.”

I know. But that’s what gives it value.

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