Chapter one hundred and fourty

For Kerik happiness is simple. It's hugs with her

mama and playing "let's pretend," it's an uplifting

story at bedtime and the knowledge that me and

her mom have life all taken care of. Food is always

available, she has a comfortable bed. She has

friends to play with. We walk in the woods and

splash in the stream. She doesn't care what the

time is unless she's hungry. Sure, she throws a fit

when her brain can't understand her world, I'm sure

I still do that too. Sometimes she screws her face

up and stomps her feet, goes red in the face and

waves her hands, but then my tantrums don't look

pretty either - not that she ever sees them. I want to

learn from her how to be happy again, I want to see

the world through her eyes. If you showed her a

gold coin or a kitten and asked her to pick one,

she'd take the silly cat every time. There's a simple

wisdom there and I love it.

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