I visited my redheaded baby the other day.
The oldest of a crop of foster kids, living in the same cabin in the woods where I left him, with Jenny’s red hair and my impish face. I had been checking in on him. Always in detention, or else cheatin’ death.
He knew who I was.
He glared like he wanted to kill me. I expected him to flip me off and run. Instead, he squeezed me so hard it hurt.
“I hate you! Why’d you have to leave?”
It dawned that I used to be a hugger too. I wept.
Aishling over 4 years ago
Very good. Nice emotional end