“Do you think maybe I feel alone because I lost a special part of me?” Charlie asked the woman.
“I don’t know,” she said kindly.
“I think so,” Charlie said.

An excerpt from a story I will probably put off but plan on writing.

Children have such an innocence about them and that innocence makes the poignant things they might happen to say so magnifying. Sometimes I think things or feel things things that will go unnoticed if I told someone else, almost under the radar. But when I think about them again later, I hear my inner child say them and it seems to mean so much more, almost as if I’m affected down to my very core, where my inner child lives. Maybe we should all start to speak from that place.


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