Looking for Wiley tonight was like rushing through the hospital corridors to the elevator that took too long to open. Then dashing to a room filled with babies not knowing which was my grandson. My heart pounded with anticipation as I scrolled down the list of names, searching for Wiley. Did I miss him? Is he still there? What will his mother's words say? Then I found him. And I wept. He is just as I imagined him and his mother's words will echo in my dreams tonight. I found Wiley.
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Looking for Wiley
tonight was like rushing through the hospital corridors to the elevator that took too long to open. Then dashing to a room filled with babies not knowing which was my grandson. My heart pounded with anticipation as I scrolled down the list of names, searching for Wiley.
Did I miss him? Is he still there? What will his mother's words say? Then I found him. And I wept. He is just as I imagined him and his mother's words will echo in my dreams tonight.
I found Wiley.
danpaw
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