Holding the hands, once which held me


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She’s been holding my hand again, Mom, Didima has. Not just because I make her, the way I used to stand still in the parking lot and not let her walk until she had safely placed her little hand inside mine. No, this is different, it’s borne of her need and it’s raw and unpredictable.

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