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That evening, Mom sat down next to me on the sand. She didn't blow her whistle. She didn't check the schedule. She just looked at the waves. Beach Mama and My Nuki Nuki Summer Vacation - M...
"Just for safe keeping," she said.
But I had other plans. My secret weapon was Nuki Nuki—my worn-out stuffed sea otter. His fur was matted, one eye was a loose button, and he smelled faintly of old saltwater taffy. Mom wanted to leave him home. "He's a hygiene hazard," she said. I smuggled him in my beach bag. Here’s a short story based on that title