*Sigh*

Oh look. I’m alone. In the living room. In the middle of the day. Listening to music. Lost in a fantasy. When suddenly out of no where appears Thomas wanting to play a game that he knows he needs to learn how to win and lose with grace. He’s back upstairs. I’m back to my music and fantasy. Out of no where I hear running water. Oh look. Dad’s in the kitchen being noisy. Oh look Thomas is back down here wanting to know why I called him a loser. I didn’t call him a loser. I told him he’s bad at losing. He runs away crying. Dad goes back upstairs. Back to my music and fantasy. Round 3. Ding. Ding. Ding.

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