My boy struggles to keep his head above the swell. He tries to tread with his tiny hands, but to no avail. He cries out as he goes under. I reach in and pull him out, thinking as I do, Good thing you can’t drown in a ball pit.
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Celeste Burt
A tired mom trying to get back to herself through writing.
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