“Mama, I want to be one.” He said, his short arms clasped around my neck. “Really? Why?” I was surprised. That isn’t something you often hear from the youngest in a big family, they always want to be as big as their siblings. He usually does a pretty good job of keeping up with his brothers. “I want to be one. So I can be a baby. So we can be together always. So I can do it all over again.” Going to school this year has been great, but it’s been hard on both of us too. Every day when he comes home from school we go up to his bedroom, crawl under the covers, and snuggle in his little twin bed. We sing songs, and talk about his day. For a few minutes it’s just the two of us. While his brothers are raiding the snacks, playing, running wild. He and I are closeted together, just like we used to be.
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