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Mia’s Birthday

By, ChildsOwn

“Hello there,” I said.


“Who are you?” he asked, his eyes trying to focus on me.

“A friend,” I answered as I helped him to sitting position.

“How did I get here?” he looked around my studio, in wonder.

“Mia,” I said,” made a drawing of you and it was sent to me.” And I showed him the drawing.

by Mia, age 5

He looked at it for a long time, slowly understanding that this was what he looked like, before asking, “Is Mia a friend?”

“Oh yes,” I said, “she is your best friend.”

He began to shudder, perhaps from the cold, so I wrapped a scarf around him.

“Is that better?” I asked.


He nodded. “I’m actually shaking because I’m feeling excited. Where is Mia?” he asked.

“Mia will be excited to see you too,” I said, “it’s a bit of a journey for you, but hopefully it won’t be long before you two connect.”

“A journey?” he looked nervous.

“Look at it as an adventure. I mean your whole life now, ahead of you, it’s an adventure!” I smiled at him.

He carefully put his hands together and said, “Okay, I think I’d like some of that.”