“Godfaaather,” he called out from his balcony. I’m my best friend’s oldest son’s godfather. Tradition says if anything happens to my best friend, God forbid, I become his son’s paternal figure. I hope I don’t have to play that role ever. The notebooks… I’m visiting before the school year starts. I’m bringing my godson some hero-themed notebooks—he adores superheroes. The first two pages of every notebook are full of superhero stickers. As soon as he opened them, he set aside a couple of notebooks for his little brother and started to use the stickers on his own. His dad hid the notebooks on a shelf. Otherwise, they’d lose every sticker and blank page before school started. Lesson: What’s the point of having something but to share it? The heroes’ competition… I had started small talk with my best friend when my godson pulled a huge receptacle full of toys out of his bedroom. He started to show me his collection. Every action figure is there. Batman, Wolverine, all the Avengers, Goku…
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