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Chapter 13

October brought a new kind of magic,

and the neighborhood was decorated.

There were pumpkins on every porch,

and there were fake spiderwebs on bushes.

Rosie was obsessed with Halloween,

and she talked about it constantly.

She had changed her mind three times,

and she finally settled on a costume.

She wanted to be a fierce dinosaur,

and she wanted the costume to be green.

I could have bought one at the store,

and it would have been very easy.

But I wanted to make it special,

and I decided to sew it myself.

I bought yards of green fabric,

and I borrowed a sewing machine.

I watched tutorials on the internet,

and I stayed up late every night.

I cut the fabric into large shapes,

and I sewed a long, spiky tail.

I made a hood with white felt teeth,

and I attached googly eyes to the top.

It was a labor of deep love,

and my fingers were pricked several times.

When I finally showed it to Rosie,

and she let out a massive roar.

She put the costume on immediately,

and she stomped around the living room.

She knocked over a stack of magazines,

and she froze in absolute terror.

She looked at me with wide eyes,

and she expected me to yell at her.

My heart broke into a million pieces,

and I knelt down to her level.

I picked up the fallen magazines,

and I smiled at her very gently.

I told her dinosaurs are clumsy,

and I said it was just an accident.

She let out a long breath of air,

and her shoulders visibly relaxed.

She roared again with a big smile,

and she stomped into the kitchen.

I realized the scars run very deep,

and the healing takes a long time.

But every gentle reaction matters,

and every calm moment builds trust.

We carved a pumpkin that afternoon,

and we gave it a silly, crooked smile.

We roasted the pumpkin seeds in the oven,

and we ate them with salt and butter.

The house smelled like warm autumn,

and it felt like a real, happy home.

I took a picture of our glowing pumpkin,

and I placed it next to Anna's photo.

I knew she would have loved the costume,

and she would have laughed at the tail.

I felt a pang of deep sorrow,

and I let the tears fall quietly.

Grief is a very strange companion,

and it sneaks up when you are happy.

But I wiped my eyes and stood up,

and I heard Rosie roaring upstairs.

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I ran up the stairs to chase her,

and we played until she was exhausted.

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