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Little things bring me infinite joy; like witnessing my children sharing a moment of friendship.  My daughter slipped her hand inside her brother’s and his fingers wrapped around hers in response.  A little thing.  He could have let go, I would have understood, but he didn’t.  I watched them together, heads bent in conversation, with a full heart.  Like a child cautiously cupping a firefly, enraptured by the mystical flickering of light in the dark, I held my breath careful not to break the spell.

Tagged: Siblings