I walk in the room. My son (16 y/o) is sitting at the computer. I come up behind him, lean over and hug him. Then I give him a kiss on the forehead and walk away. He grins and keeps on listening to music and reading his email. He doesn’t wonder why. He knows I adore him.
~J. Sloan
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