Tonight you had your first friend over for a sleepover, for your birthday. This penguin is the gift she brought you. All week you waited anxiously. Tonight your dad and I laughed, often, at what a match L seems to be for you. Quirky, enthusiastic, talkative. Her deadpan delivery to me of the line, "Yeah, Saoirse's sensitive" when you cried at some small injury. The two of you stayed up until almost midnight, reading and playing quietly in your room. I'm glad you found a match, your first one.
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