Mo got his drone yesterday! Coming from China, it was hard to track in the mail. The suspense has been palpable here for a few weeks.
When the mailman handed it over, Mo was…thrilled. I want to be thrilled with him. But I don’t want it flying much around the house.
He wanted to fly it outside where I could watch from my cozy indoor spot. It makes me cry to think about it, because thirteen-year-olds are seldom so jubilant.
I watched and cheered along with other family members.
Then it got stuck in a tree! We all mourned together. Gino climbed very high to get it. My emotions bounced from drone enthusiasm to shock, to hopefulness and then fear as big brother scaled the tree.
When it was all over, Mo smiled again as he steered his drone into a flip.
(This is an important drone move.)
I kept watching, but felt like I needed a nap after all the commotion. After all, I’m still getting over two Thanksgivings and the busy weekend isn’t over yet…
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