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His eyes light up when he sees me. His fingers wrap around mine, with the firmest of grips, with a silent promise of not wanting to let go. We speak in silences, gestures and sounds which fall only within our range of comprehension. Falling asleep with my cheek against his face is a habit engraved, and his smell is of familiarity, of a love that is immeasurable, and unconditional. I am blessed for his love, for his smiles, and for the warmth I feel in his presence.

I am blessed, for I am his mum.