The other day I came across a book on e's shelf that I hadn't read before. The title,"Love you forever," by Robert Munsch, sounded promising so e sat by me and I began reading about a mother who sang this little song to her son from his early days to adulthood.
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
So far, so good, though her climbing in his apartment window was slightly creepy. Then came the day she called him to say she was tired and sick and asked him to come to her. My eyes began to tear up. The picture of him holding his aged mother on his lap and singing the lullaby to her, replacing "baby" with "mother" was just too much. I had to stop reading and get a tissue. I saw myself and my dad in this situation.
I'm going to see him soon and am afraid it may be one of the last times.
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