One more kiss?
“One more kiss?” her small voice asks out of the darkness, gravelly with sleep. I lean over and press my lips to her feather-soft cheek, giving her my benediction and promise. I will be here for you: when you learn to use the toilet, ride a bicycle, ride a school bus. I will stand by your side when you make a best friend or lose one. Your first love, first kiss, first broken heart, last broken heart; my heart for you will be faithful. You will grow up, grow strong, walk out into the world and you will change...
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