My nephew had stretched out between Ptichka and me on the sofa. His feet were in my lap and he was using Ptichka’s arm as a pillow. It was late, everyone was sleepy, we were watching a movie.
Out of the blue, the nephew sighed and announced: “I love you, ma tante Ptichka and ma tante Zhenia.”
That one sentence was the nicest thing I’d heard all week.
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