Calins

Dear son,

 
When you are a sullen teenager who wants nothing to do with me, let me remember this time, 3.5 years old, when we are often late to school because you ask me for a hug in the middle of the street. 
 
And I drop to my knees, getting my pants dirty, and give you a big hug, because really, does anything else matter?
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