Dear Grace

Hi, sweetie. How are you?

Me? I'm good. Thanks for asking.

There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Remember when you used to do this?



Remember how easy you would fall asleep?

Remember how I didn't sell you at auction because you were a good sleeper?

I know I said I wanted you to stop sucking your thumb.

I've changed my mind.

I don't.

Not yet.

Love,
Mom