Three Kids and a Kettle

Easter, the quiet one

Easter again, and the first time we did not take the children to the midnight liturgy. The little one has a cough. Dastan stayed with them, I went alone at midnight and stood at the north door like last year. It was lighter in the heart, strange as it sounds. Only me and the candle. Then home at three, and they were all asleep like a row of loaves.

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