A Special Bunny

I watch my son, Kage, as he sleeps, his eight-year-oldbody sprawled in a careless flinging of arms and legs.

He snores softly and I sigh in contentment as I look at him.

I smile when I see the battered black andwhite stuffed bunny secured snuggly under his arm.

“Hoppy” was an Easter present when Kage was almostthree. He immediately became Kage’s constantcompanion. Hoppy went everywhere that Kage went.

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