blame
Weâre leaving ground
Will things ever be the same?
âEurope, âThe Final Countdown
â
â¢Â  â¢Â  â¢
It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.
âAntoine de Saint-Exupéry,
The Little Prince
Introductions
I was two days old the first time I met Auggie Pullman. I donât remember the occasion myself, obviously, but my mom told me about it. She and Dad had just brought me home from the hospital for the first time, and Auggieâs parents had just brought him home from the hospital for the first time, too. But Auggie was already three months old by then. He had to stay in the hospital, because he needed some surgeries that would allow him to breathe and swallow. Breathing and swallowing are things most of us donât ever think about, because we do them automatically. But they werenât automatic for Auggie when he was born.
My parents took me over to Auggieâs house so we could meet each other. Auggie was hooked up to a lot of medical equipment in their living room. My mom picked me up and brought me face to face with Auggie.
âAugust Matthew Pullman,â she said, âthis is Christopher Angus Blake, your new oldest friend.â
And our parents applauded and toasted the happy occasion.
My mom and Auggieâs mom, Isabel, became best friends before we were born. They met at the supermarket on Amesfort Avenue right after my parents moved to the neighborhood. Since both of them were having babies soon, and they lived across the street from each other, Mom and Isabel decided to form a mothersâ group. A mothersâ group is when a bunch of moms hang out together and have playdates with other kidsâ moms. There were about six or seven other moms in the mothersâ group at first. They hung out together a couple of times before any of the babies were born. But after Auggie was born, only two other moms stayed in the mothersâ group: Zacharyâs mom and Alexâs mom. I donât know what happened to the other moms in the group.
Those first couple of years, the four moms in the mothersâ groupâalong with us babiesâhung out together almost every day. The moms would go jogging through the park with us in our strollers. They would take long walks along the riverfront with us in our baby slings. They would have lunch at the Heights Lounge with us in our baby chairs.
The only times Auggie and his mom didnât hang out with the mothersâ group was when Auggie was back in the hospital. He needed a lot of operations, because, just like with breathing and swallowing, there were other things that didnât come automatically to him. For instance, he couldnât eat. He couldnât talk. He couldnât really even close his mouth all the way. These were things that the doctors had to operate on him so that he could do them. But even after the surgeries, Auggie never really ate or talked or closed his mouth all the way like me and Zack and Alex did. Even after the surgeries, Auggie was very different from us.
I donât think I really understood
how
different Auggie was from everyone else until I was four years old. It was wintertime, and Auggie and I were wrapped in our parkas and scarves while we played outside in the playground. At one point, we climbed up the ladder to the ramp at the top of the jungle gym and waited in line to go down the tall slide. When we were almost next, the little girl in front of us got cold feet about going down the tall slide, so she turned around to let us pass. Thatâs when she saw Auggie. Her eyes opened really wide and her jaw dropped down, and she started screaming and crying hysterically. She was so upset, she couldnât even climb down the ladder. Her mom had to climb up the ramp to get her. Then Auggie started to cry, because he knew the girl was crying because of him. He covered his face with his scarf so nobody could see him, and then his mom had to
Weâre leaving ground
Will things ever be the same?
âEurope, âThe Final Countdown
â
â¢Â  â¢Â  â¢
It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.
âAntoine de Saint-Exupéry,
The Little Prince
Introductions
I was two days old the first time I met Auggie Pullman. I donât remember the occasion myself, obviously, but my mom told me about it. She and Dad had just brought me home from the hospital for the first time, and Auggieâs parents had just brought him home from the hospital for the first time, too. But Auggie was already three months old by then. He had to stay in the hospital, because he needed some surgeries that would allow him to breathe and swallow. Breathing and swallowing are things most of us donât ever think about, because we do them automatically. But they werenât automatic for Auggie when he was born.
My parents took me over to Auggieâs house so we could meet each other. Auggie was hooked up to a lot of medical equipment in their living room. My mom picked me up and brought me face to face with Auggie.
âAugust Matthew Pullman,â she said, âthis is Christopher Angus Blake, your new oldest friend.â
And our parents applauded and toasted the happy occasion.
My mom and Auggieâs mom, Isabel, became best friends before we were born. They met at the supermarket on Amesfort Avenue right after my parents moved to the neighborhood. Since both of them were having babies soon, and they lived across the street from each other, Mom and Isabel decided to form a mothersâ group. A mothersâ group is when a bunch of moms hang out together and have playdates with other kidsâ moms. There were about six or seven other moms in the mothersâ group at first. They hung out together a couple of times before any of the babies were born. But after Auggie was born, only two other moms stayed in the mothersâ group: Zacharyâs mom and Alexâs mom. I donât know what happened to the other moms in the group.
Those first couple of years, the four moms in the mothersâ groupâalong with us babiesâhung out together almost every day. The moms would go jogging through the park with us in our strollers. They would take long walks along the riverfront with us in our baby slings. They would have lunch at the Heights Lounge with us in our baby chairs.
The only times Auggie and his mom didnât hang out with the mothersâ group was when Auggie was back in the hospital. He needed a lot of operations, because, just like with breathing and swallowing, there were other things that didnât come automatically to him. For instance, he couldnât eat. He couldnât talk. He couldnât really even close his mouth all the way. These were things that the doctors had to operate on him so that he could do them. But even after the surgeries, Auggie never really ate or talked or closed his mouth all the way like me and Zack and Alex did. Even after the surgeries, Auggie was very different from us.
I donât think I really understood
how
different Auggie was from everyone else until I was four years old. It was wintertime, and Auggie and I were wrapped in our parkas and scarves while we played outside in the playground. At one point, we climbed up the ladder to the ramp at the top of the jungle gym and waited in line to go down the tall slide. When we were almost next, the little girl in front of us got cold feet about going down the tall slide, so she turned around to let us pass. Thatâs when she saw Auggie. Her eyes opened really wide and her jaw dropped down, and she started screaming and crying hysterically. She was so upset, she couldnât even climb down the ladder. Her mom had to climb up the ramp to get her. Then Auggie started to cry, because he knew the girl was crying because of him. He covered his face with his scarf so nobody could see him, and then his mom had to
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