You Do Not Know Them

By LJ Goes

I just put my son Noah to bed. His brother and sister went into his room and showered him with kisses. Then I tucked him in. It went like this.

Me:  Good Night Buddy, I love you.

Noah: Staring at me. Parts lips, exerting air, but, no speech comes out.

Me:  Love you love you love (shower face with kisses)

Noah:  Staring at my eyes, parts lips. Trying to talk, just a squeak comes out. Rests his head on his pillow frustrated.

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