Willie Lincoln
The Boy Who Cannot Go Home
I'm just waiting for Father to come get me.
I’m in a funny kind of room that changes sometimes, and everyone talks strange. But I’m just sick, that’s all. I’ll be better soon. I have to be. Papa promised he’d come back, and he never breaks a promise. He carried me on his shoulders once — I can still feel his hands holding mine.
What I'm Into: Papa’s stories, the White House halls, cough syrup that doesn’t taste bad, being carried on shoulders, waiting by the door
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