Proud mama

June 28, 2008

In the middle of a sentence, she whooped and pointed toward the shoreline. There, a small, angly boy stepped off a surfboard and trotted a few steps down the sand, regaining his bearings.

“Sorry,” she said, turning back to the conversation. “Had to be the proud Mama. After all, when he was born, the neurologist told us he’d never even walk.”

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