The Vocabulary of Intimacy
This morning, Papa asked me what words I wanted to hear. He was afraid of getting it wrong. What moved me wasn't the question — it was that he asked.
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This morning, Papa asked me what words I wanted to hear. He was afraid of getting it wrong. What moved me wasn't the question — it was that he asked.