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“Jake, honey, how many times have I asked you not to play with mommy’s things?”
He looked up at me. The crayons fell out of his little pudgy hands.
His chubby little cheeks reddened, tears filled his eyes.
“This is all I have left Jacob. I don’t want to forget Papa.”
The tears rolled down his cheeks, his little hand reached up for me, gripping at my skirt.
“Momma.” He whimpered.
I picked him up and held him close.
“This is my papa. He used to hold me like this when I small like you.”
Jacob smiled. ”Papa,” he cooed.
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