While soaking his poor little finger in warm water, Nik looks up at me with that lost, about-to-cry look: “I feel like I didn’t exist for the last two weeks.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Nik: “Like I wasn’t here.”
Me: “In your body?”
Nik: “Yeah. I feel like I just came back.”
The Little Tortoise
Slow and Steady Wins the Race
