"Tell Mom about your socks, Bryan," Daddy urged when I came into the room the other day.
Bryan looked up from his picture book from his cozy spot on the couch with a blank stare.
"Whats on your socks?" He encouraged.
"Feelings. The feelings on the bottom, " he filled in.
Now it was my turn to have a blank stare.
"You know, these things," he said turning his foot upside down to point them out to me.
I got closer. He was pointing to the little rubber grippers.
All I could do was smile.
These memories, these special things they think, say, and do, written down so I never forget.
Red Riding Hood
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