“Do you know what pretending is?”
For what seemed a long while, I listened to the whir of a 5-year-old’s mind in motion. “Well, actually,” Timmy finally said, using his favorite (and only) four-syllable word, “actually I guess it’s like when you go away on trips. Sometimes I dream about you. I dream about how you’ll come home from the airport and bring me surprises and play with me. I get sad when you go away, and so I pretend you’re not gone. Is that bad?”
I told him no, it wasn’t bad.
Tim O’Brien, from an article in the new fiction issue of The Atlantic, posted at The Second Pass.