Hate
"What is hate?" Paolo asks me, sitting on the edge of the dock with me. He lets his bare feet dangle down, not even coming close to the water. I do the same thing, but my toes almost touch the water.
His question takes me aback. "Um…" I scratch my head. "Hate…is where you don't like somebody. But it's more than just disliking someone; it's disliking someone a lot, more than you can describe."
"Oh. What does it feel like?" What is it with kids and questions?
I bait my line and cast. "I don't know. I've never felt it."
I know all about kids and questions…babysitting is an adventure.
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