I CAME HOME FROM A WORK TRIP, AND MY 7-YEAR-OLD SON SAID, “DON’T GO INTO MY ROOM” — NATURALLY, I LOOKED

though he could not see me.

“All of them.”

He stayed silent for a second.

“Can you tell me the dragon story?”

So I did.

Still wearing my work clothes, I sat alone inside my hotel room and told him the story I had created years ago about a shy dragon who was afraid of the dark. By the third night, frustration had crept into his voice.

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