a little friend

I dropped my phone under my chair without realizing it, and five minutes later I whined, “I lost my phone. MUUUUUHHHHH.” Nora piped up from across the room, in the most sympathetic tone, “Are you feeling in a bad mood? That’s how I feel when I’m feeling in a bad mood. I know what you’re talkin’ about.”

I recounted this story to Sarah, and I never want to forget what she said. “Lisa. You made a little friend from scratch. That is kind of the most awesome thing.”

I couldn’t agree more.

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