Two weeks ago:
I'd gone over my friend Erin's to get an egg for the cornbread I was making. After chatting for a bit, I turned to leave. Caedmon, her two-year-old son, followed me to the door. As I walked back to my apartment through the raindrops, he stood there at the open door, frantically waving both arms. Every few steps, he'd call, "Bye Rachel! Bye Rachel!"
I'm going to miss that little guy so much.
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