On the Road

Every morning after MrPages left, the LittlestPage, who is 22 months, walked out of her bedroom, raised her little arms, palms out, and asked, “Where Daddy?”

I told her he was on a trip to Nicaragua.

She would repeat her original question, apparently not pleased with my answer. I gave her the same answer and she would grimace at me and then walk away.

On Monday, after just five days, she stopped asking about him.

In fact, she hasn’t mentioned him much since then, even when we play the short video messages that MrPages left for all the children. “That cute!” she says and then walks away.

This evening as after-meal cleanup chaos ensued, the Littlest Page dragged out her coat and put on her shoes. She came over, looked up at me and said, “Zip my coat up.” I absentmindedly obeyed her request and smiled as she turned to walk away.

Suddenly she turned back, looked up at me with those deep blue eyes, so much like MrPages, and announced, “I go on trip to see Daddy. I go Nickawogwa!”

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! (Lydia Maria Child)

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