Wonder

At first I was hesitant. Go on, let him hold her, my Sam said, so I laid my precious in the Wizard’s arms, surprised at how expertly he held and rocked her, crooning a strange lullaby.

At the unfamiliar voice her eyes opened wide, and she stared in amazement. Reaching out her dimpled hand, she patted his beard tentatively, then pulled.

Flustered, I jumped to stop her, but he boomed out a great belly-laugh. “It's been a long time since that happened,” he chortled. “But I do not think it will ever happen again,” he added, a bit wistfully.

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