At the airport he gives me a squeeze. Hard. Strong. Sincere. How sweet. We used to take him hiking. Now he takes us hiking. Surely he is my baby. I am filled with nostalgia. I remember him with pneumonia. I remember him being goofy. I remember him excitedly waiting for the school bus. I remember him loving dolphins and trains. I remember him sewing buttons on a piece of cloth as a present to me. I remember taking pictures of him crying on a train station platform. If I could go back in time, I’d take him on that train.
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