He's Not A Little Boy

He is too old to go up with the children for story time. He is not a little boy anymore.

During the moments of silence today, he stood up and walked over to the window where the rows of candles sit on narrow shelves against the glass. Red and blue, once lit the little flames flicker against the light of day outside.

He lit one for his great grandparents while others lit theirs for people and reasons of their own.

He's not a little boy any more, Trudy whispered in my left ear.

He's not a little boy any more, my mother whispered in my right.

He's not a little boy any more.

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