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Realization
April 4, 2012
My mom looked down at the dog sitting beside her, loosely settled between the arm of the chair and her leg, and said, “He’s sad. He knows something’s wrong with his brother. He’s been acting very mopey the past couple of days.”
I didn’t know what quite to do, so I just chuckled a bit and smiled. I suppose now I understand why. We both looked down at her dog. He showed emotions and that was supposed to be cute. We smiled because he cared, but we frowned because it was true.
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