Seven: he wanted to watch the sun rise for the first time so we got up a quarter to five and made coffee and tea and hot chocolate and woke him up with a birthday monkey song and sat on the front porch with a hummingbird going at it and the moon still crystal but fading and waited until the sun was full on his face, was lighting him up and making him squint and tear. Thing about watching the sun come up is you can't watch it come up, the irony, his dad said. I waited for a shot of the hummingbird then gave up. They laughed when I turned my back to the bush. Of course he'd come back. Of course.
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