My name is Amos.

This is my friend Cecelia.

I used to go to her house two days every week and play with her and her nanny.

I miss her since I’ve gone to big boy school.

Only Cecelia and my mom call me by my nickname, Amy.

I can’t say her name, but it doesn’t matter.

Tonight we ran around and ate cookies together.

I have special needs, but she doesn’t care one bit.

We helped each other be brave and sit on Santa’s lap.

He wasn’t so scary after all.

Life has a way of being like that, my mom says.

Thank you, God, for friends like Cecelia.