We finished Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.
It was down to the final 100 pages. I will always picture the girls just standing on their bed for an hour while the intense scenes unfolded.
Puffy, red eyes. Muffled sobs into blankets. Staring at the wall, tears streaming down faces. True grief, true grief felt by these little souls of my babies.
Disbelief. Realization. Ache. Hurt.
Maria, "I hope he kills Snape. I hope Snape dies."
Christina, "That was my least favorite book ever."
Reading with them is my favorite. I'm so grateful for good books that make us think.
There was the slightest of jokes. The language seemed a little complex, and yet Maria chuckled. I'm amazed at how she understands.
It was a good night. A sad night. But a good night.
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