It is Dad’s birthday. I wrap some of my toys in small boxes. And place them on the table where he can find them.
When is my birthday? I ask Mom.
“Your birthday is coming next,” Mom says. “In just three more months.”
“Do you know how old you will be?” Mom asks.
Four! I say.
“You are getting to be such a big girl,” Mom smiles.
I know, I say. Soon, I will be old enough to be a teacher.
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