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Yesterday you raced toward your homework, eager to complete your first assignment. You curved your arm and draped your hair over your work in a move that hid your efforts. Once finished you tucked your paper inside your folder and bounded away to a different perch.

Asking permission to snoop you granted me the right to read your answers but on the condition I wouldn’t edit your work. “I don’t care about making spelling mistakes, I’ll learn.”

You are a self-proclaimed poor speller. It has become as endearing as your dimples, little flaws that invite moments of beautiful admiration. Unguarded in your words you tend to speak clearly through poorly formed words, but here’s the thing: your spelling was much improved.

I had to reread your work for the errors you assumed, because my eyes were first drawn to the honesty and innocence of your answers. I won’t quote the entirety of your work, but I’m saving your assignment for years to come and ending with my favorite excerpt.

Prompt: One day I would like to be a I want to keep on being a kid and when I’m in high school I will worry but right now I want to be a kid!

I wouldn’t change a thing.

Love, Mom