I want a child who will wrap his small arms halfway around my waist, rest his chin on my rib and question me about the world. His mother will silence me with a touch and continue feeding him white lies and mashed carrots.
I will let him ride on my shoulders so that he can see further, see what I couldn't. He will be my crown, I will be his elephant. My wife will be a princess waiting for rescue. He might even forbid her from eating apples.
He will outgrow us eventually.
I did, but I never forgot.
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