By late afternoon, he was feeling better and headed upstairs. Our 12 year old came home after basketball practice, gobbled some fruit salad from a plastic bowl and went upstairs to read.
Downstairs alone in our family room, I could hear both boys in their separate bedrooms. The older boy was strumming his bass guitar. The little guy was lying on his bunk bed, turning the pages of a book.
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