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Four Seconds of Sunshine

Without warning,  the kid who had ketchup for dinner and a side of grill cheese walked toward me in the kitchen with arms spread like an albatross and hugged my hips.

He didn’t pause to evaluate my pony tail or make mention that I wore this sweatshirt yesterday and possibly the day before.  He didn’t even ask for hot chocolate.

He just clung to my waist.  And said, “I love you so much, mommy.”


and I believed him.


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