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When at last his heart settles she pulls back only to groom the curls on his fragile little head. She will coddle him, even if she knows a day will come when independence is needed, she will hold him tight and rebuff his advances into adulthood. He was too old to be her child, but he was her’s in her heart; in the way that matters more than shared blood. He needed her, and so she would always come back to him.

“I love you, little man,” she noses his cheek.