"Don't miss me too much", I told my son as I dropped him off at school.
"I don't miss anyone", he informed me, and ran in without even turning back to wave goodbye.
Seven years back, he was floating in amniotic fluid. Now, he was off on an overnight camp with his classmates.
He didn't sleep that night, because he was too busy having fun. I didn't sleep because I knew my baby was away.
I do want him to grow up, but a small part of me wishes I could hold him closer to me just a little longer.
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