Thomas always asks me to tell him stories about my dad.
This morning he wanted me to read one of them I wrote before. And after I read him twice he told me that we should go back 'the old farm'-that's what he called my father's hometown and found my dad in the gravel.
At the end he told me that it could be scary because it's only skeleton of my dad. I was surprised at first when I heard that and then I could not help laughing. I knew he was trying to make me happy. Sometime he has wild imagination. But I told him that we wouldn't want to bother him and let him lying there in peace.
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