Amelia
I’m sitting on the sofa across from Molly in her armchair. She studies the letters I’ve written down for her. She sounds out the letters separately for “t”, “h”, and “e”.
“T and H together make the sound, ‘th’,” I explain, while I practice the boxer braid from one temple to the opposite ear.
Molly tries sounding out the word again. “The!” she finally exclaims when she realizes what word she’s reading.
I can’t help the smile on my face. “Yes!” I’m just as excited as she is.
Her gaze flits up to my hands over my head. “I think you just slipped into a French braid.”
I pause my hands realizing that I am in fact pulling the middle strand of the braid under the outside ones instead of over. “Whoops.” I switch back to the boxer braid, not worried that I’ve just messed it up in the
