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"MaMaDawn, I don't want to go." He pleads.
"I know. I don't want you to have to go," MaMaDawn answers with longing. "Remember, I am always here," she says placing his hand on his heart and covering it with hers."
"I know," his earnest face smiles a little, and he places her hand on her heart and covers it with his. "And I am always here."
Tears slip down their cheeks and they hold eachother tightly. The little boy's embrace is so strong that MaMaDawn can barely breath.
Later, strangers look worriedly at the woman standing at the window, her hand on the glass, weeping as the plane pulls away from the gate.
"I know. I don't want you to have to go," MaMaDawn answers with longing. "Remember, I am always here," she says placing his hand on his heart and covering it with hers."
"I know," his earnest face smiles a little, and he places her hand on her heart and covers it with his. "And I am always here."
Tears slip down their cheeks and they hold eachother tightly. The little boy's embrace is so strong that MaMaDawn can barely breath.
Later, strangers look worriedly at the woman standing at the window, her hand on the glass, weeping as the plane pulls away from the gate.
