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.