Mama and Papa

He wanted them to feel him. Wanted them to see him.
He touched his mother's and his father's hand.
He whispered, "I'm still here, I'm STILL HERE!"
His mother and father looked at their little boy, lying there in the coffin... stone cold.
He begged them to see him. He still needed them.
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"Do you think... he's in a better place...?" his mother asked years later. The two elders sat there, watching the fire crackle.
"I don't know..."
He looked at them... still there...hidden forever.
But he would not leave them. He would always need his momma and papa.