i read him a story about a duck who loses his mother
and his eyes grew wide
and his feet stopped moving
and he stared at me for a long, long time
until all the pages were turned
and each picture examined
until the ducks were reunited
and the picturebook closed
and the he raised his hands (one still encased in a splinted cast)
and clapped
slowly
steadily
like this was the world's best opera
and he was in the front row
if he hadn't already been on his feet
he would have stood up
and if he'd had language
he would have shouted "encore!"
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