I watch him walk into the school. I see his little body and his jacket that still holds the warmth from a good bye hug. This is when I whisper the prayer: Please be patient with him. He is just five.
Then I choke back tears while driving away. It goes by so fast and every interaction goes into who our little ones become.
Then I choke back tears while driving away. It goes by so fast and every interaction goes into who our little ones become.
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