Imaginary friends never die.

The little girl was very sad. She could not tell why. She made an imaginary friend. He was lovely but he died. Now she knew why she was so sad.

Ah, imaginary friends never die. But this one left the little girl with a reason for her inexplicable, tearful sadness. Now she felt better.

I was 13, then 15. At 16, he died. 
He really was the nicest person who ever lived.  

About Natasha Badhwar

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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1 Response to Imaginary friends never die.

  1. steinbolt1 says:

    I just thought of an idea; maybe you will like it. Buy a small, leather bound journal. One you can carry in your pocket. At the end of every month, have each of your children write something in it, if they want to. They each get one page to write whatever they want. Do this for as long as they want to do it. BUT, keep in mind that this could be a bad idea. Maybe they will not want to write in it when they get older. A broken heart sucks.

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