26
Apr
09

Can’t

“Let’s put the sofa outside,” I signed to my sister.
“Maybe it’ll go to a good home.”
“Can’t,” she signed back.
“Rain tomorrow.”
“I am sick and tired of this rain,” I said, signing “sick” with both hands so she could see I was serious.
“It rains so much because you cry so much.”
“I’ll stop if it does,” I said.
I tried my best and didn’t cry any more that day
But the rain came down just the same.

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