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... rst thing I felt.
Small fingers wrapped around mine, warm and slightly sticky, as if he had just been eating something sweet. I could feel the faint press of his palm, the way his thumb rubbed against my skin unconsciously, the way children do when they are tired but still want to hold on.
"Mama," he called.
His voice was soft. Clear. So achingly real that my chest tightened instantly.
I looked down.
He was standing in front of me, tilting his head as he s ...
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