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Mommy Scared.

Matthew comes up from behind, arms outstretched.

“Mommy, I love you.” He then puckers his lips and tips his toes for a kiss.

We cuddle and he repeats, “Mommy, I love you.”

And suddenly, I'm scared that he will grow up too soon and there will be no “Mommy, I love you” lines to hear.

“Malambing si Mato, no?” I tell Edil. “Sana di muna sya magbinata.”

“He will always be your boy, he's the first.”

And Im comforted.

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