Holding on a little longer
February 4, 2013From the time he could walk, she taught him to stay close, even though she knew it was the one lesson he would spend the rest of his life unlearning. That morning, they crossed the street together, while she juggled bags loaded with groceries.
I want to run, Mama! he said.
She saw the park ahead of them, and she wanted to tell him to go. But she still felt his hand curled, light as a bird, against her hip, and she knew the absence of that weight would start the inevitable breaking of her heart.
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