Right about now, I told him, Grandad is probably dropping Savta at the airport we'll be at in a few days. "And then he'll go back to Boston because he has to teach, right?" Why yes. That's ... exactly right.
"Is Savta flying on her plane now?" he asked a few minutes later. I said I thought so. "And when I wake up then I'll see her right?"
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This morning, Zack cheerfully marched up to the school building, his hand in mine. It was a refreshingly far cry from yesterday morning, when he'd broken down into sobs as I dropped him off and attempted to leave.
"Daddy I like the lunch you made me," he said as we walked up to the door. "Even though I haven't tasted it yet."
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