asking for recognition.
The kind that understands a child does not need grand gestures nearly as much as he needs to know that somewhere, somehow, someone is thinking of him.
Yesterday, Adrian carried all the old cards upstairs to his room.
I stood in his doorway.
“You know you’re an adult now. I can legally start being annoying in a more dignified way.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Please don’t ruin the emotional ending.”
I laughed.
“Too late.”
He looked at the stack in his hands, then back at me.
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