All This Talking

Then I hear his voice in my head.

Few would call me talkative.

I prefer thinking.

Except with kids.

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With Remy,
I chatter all day.

Pointing at things.
Naming things.
Asking questions he can’t answer yet.

I never really thought about why.

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Today I read that nearly half of Australians are functionally illiterate.

They struggle with things like medicine labels and forms.

I read it twice.

Huh.

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Maybe all this talking matters more than I realised.

Maybe not.

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Some mornings,
getting out of bed takes a bit of work.

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Then I hear his voice in my head.

And up I get.