Darling,
five
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers softly in his ear, holding on tightly to his chest.
“Yeah,” he replies, his eyes stinging with tears. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s just,” he turns over, pulling her to his chest, “I always thought maybe he would finally tell me all the things he never did when I was a kid.” She draws circles on his chest, biting her lip quietly. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”