I have to admit, I was worried for him.

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I tried to put my worries aside as I went to go wake Thomas up the next morning. He always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I sat down on the same spot at the edge of his bed and ruffled his hair with my fingers, "Thomas," I coaxed softly. Thomas slowly began to open his eyes and looked up at me. I smiled down at him, "Good morning." The lad sat up and rubbed his eyes, "'Morning."

I couldn't help glancing up at him from time to time at breakfast. But, he still looked like the same old Thomas we all knew. He got his appetite back.  And his smile, that was always very welcome.  I turned back to my breakfast, Thomas would be okay and he was doing some growing at the same time. Everything would be just fine.

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