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Still Needed

We were eating with friends, when my son darted in the direction of the restrooms.  He could do it himself, he said, as he backed away sideways nodding his head.

I watched his little behind disappear around the corner and trusted he was as fine as he said he would be.

Only…I’d hardly turned my back when his lips touched my ear.  “I need you, mom,” he whispered.

“I…I can’t get my pants undone.”

He reached for my hand like he used to, and I followed…one more time.


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