I sat down on the tiled bathroom floor next to him and lifted his head, so that he could rest it on my thigh. He looked slightly happier then, resting his head on my thigh. And as I spoke to him, I stroked his head. Ever so gently, just so he would know that he was loved.
Sometimes, he'd close his eyes, only to open them later to look up at me. I'm here darling, I'm here. Do you know how much I love you?
And then he'd close his eyes again.
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