I was looking forward to watching the 4th of July fireworks with my son, Jimmy, but when they started, he asked if he could watch them on top of the slides with some older boys he just met on the playground. I was a little disappointed, but said, “Sure… stay close where I can see you, though.” I thought to myself, “Geez, he’s only 6 years-old and I lost him, already.” As I glumly watched the first 5 minutes of the fireworks, feeling sorry for myself, not enjoying them alone, I felt someone give me a big hug from behind. It was Jimmy. I said, “You came back to watch the fireworks with me. Thank you!” He said, “That’s what friendship is all about.” I said, “The boys were mean to you, right?” Jimmy replied, “Pretty much.”
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