Once
I let my little daughter believe that when she was sleeping, I was out
each night putting leaves on the trees outside her window. (25 words)
For some years it became a game. She would look out then told me I had left one branch too bare, or too many on one, or too few on the other; reminding me of my obligation before she slept. (40 words)
She, gradually growing up, and I, growing old. (8 words)
I guess it's not so bad I died in Autumn. My absence is less noticed. She is always happy that the fallen leaves will be put back. (27 words)
For some years it became a game. She would look out then told me I had left one branch too bare, or too many on one, or too few on the other; reminding me of my obligation before she slept. (40 words)
She, gradually growing up, and I, growing old. (8 words)
I guess it's not so bad I died in Autumn. My absence is less noticed. She is always happy that the fallen leaves will be put back. (27 words)
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