[Silently, Laura lifts her hand to wave back, a small smile on her face as she overhears Josh's suggestion. That was kind. Nice. She looks down to the boy's drawing as he traces his hand out on a piece of brown paper, feeling relatively content, only looking up again when the kid Josh ordered runs over to her, shoves the drawing at her, all adolescent pigtails and missing baby teeth in her grin.
She says, "I made this for you" and runs off. It's crude, badly cut-out, but Laura can tell she put effort into each and every drawn feather. She gets up with her present, walks over to Josh.]
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She says, "I made this for you" and runs off. It's crude, badly cut-out, but Laura can tell she put effort into each and every drawn feather. She gets up with her present, walks over to Josh.]
Thank you.