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Show 379 "Go ahead and open it," I encourage, and he finds an end to the quilt. It unravels slowly as he walks the end in circles around the cage. His face is bright as the last of the quilt falls to the ground and Sunshine begins to chirp. "How..?" he is asking. Sunshine is loud with his freedom from the quilt and Carol has come back into the room to tell us we must keep the bird quiet. There is a scrambling as Julia helps my son to bundle the quilt back onto the cage, leaving a small opening where he can peek in at his gift. Two happy birds have found a new home. One happy boy has found new love. They have sneaked the birds out the same discreet way they came into the hospital and all gone home. The little tree is replaced into my room, where its lights keep my memory ofthe evening. "It was good, wasn't it?" I am asking Julia. She is smiling. "It was wonderful," she says. "Thank you for letting me be a part of it." |