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Four

conversations with Hank and Molly

Me: (walking into a dark and sleepy room, opening the curtains to the pouring rain, singing softly) Happy Birthday to you.

Molly: (stretching into her day, eyes closed)

Me: (turning off the heater, turning off her fairy lights, singing softly) Happy Birthday to you.

Molly: (eyes still closed, waiting)

Me: (sitting on the bed next to her, singing softly) Happy Birthday, dear Amália.

Molly: (sitting up, tossing aside her bed head curls)

Me: (singing softly) Happy birthday to you.

Molly: Mama, I went to sleep and I woke up four.