He Wouldn’t Let Go of the Chicken—And I Didn’t Have the Heart to Tell Him Why She Was Missing Yesterday
That’s Nugget. She’s not just any chicken—she’s *his* chicken. Every morning before school, my son runs outside barefoot, even in the cold, just to see her. He talks to her like she’s his best friend—telling her about school, the weather, and whatever’s on his mind. She follows him everywhere. Waits on the porch for him … Read more