Sunday, 1 June 2014

Microphone in the sky

Evelyn: I wish there was a microphone up in the sky, because sometimes you cry when someone dies and if there was a microphone up there, you'd still be able to talk to them and wouldn't be as sad. 

Me: That's a lovely thought Evelyn.

Evelyn: If I had a wish I'd make that my wish. 

Me: You're such a lovely person, Evelyn. 

Evelyn: Yes and I was your wish wasn't I. 

Me: You were. You were my wish every night before I went to bed. 


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