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The Teacher Within

It was quiet.  No crash of building blocks.  No feet tearing through the house.  No shouts for me from outside.

Too quiet.

And then I heard him.

“Apple,” he said.  His voice was full of interest.  “Apple.”

He waited a moment.

“Fish,” he said.  He held the flashcard to the cat’s face.  He petted the cat.

“Bug.”

The seconds went by.  Each with a word said slowly, each with a flashcard for the cat.

“Frog.”

“Trumpet”

I leaned in the doorway, unaware of what the cat might have learned.

I only know…I might have watched forever.

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