The way you appreciate quilts, running your fingers along the blocks or binding.
How you squint one eye when smiling.
Reading bunches of books by yourself.
Sock monkeys made by grandma.
How you gobble up fists of jerky from auntie Kathleen.
The way you flirt with your gymnastics coaches.
Pretending to be shy at school.
Telling me that the moon tastes like moon chicken and needs ketchup sauce.
Questioning how a braid becomes a braid.
Giving hugs when I leave without you.
All good.
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