The sweetest words are sometimes silent.

I was sitting at a classroom table with a group of young children who were lost in their colouring competition at the local school’s Christmas Fair. One little boy was, like the others, beavering away. He was carefully colouring in a big space when he said, in the busy silence and not even looking up,
“My Daddy is coming home on Tuesday!”
His pencil stopped and he looked at me wistfully and added,
“..from Afghanistan!”
No words can describe the look we exchanged across that table, because none were necessary.

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