As we pass the empty lot, my five year old asks me what the big, complicated sign says. "That lot is for sale," I answer. "Someone can buy it and build a store or a house in that space."
"Maybe the homeless people could buy it!" he suggests.
"Well, perhaps..." I begin to answer, not sure where to go with this conversation.
"Yes," he adds, growing more excited about his unfolding plans. "And then they could build a house and get married and have children and be happy."
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Maybe it's because I've already been crying, but that makes me want to cry. Sweet Davis.
Wouldn't it be so nice if things were so easily mended? Bless him.
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