Five years later.I wake up early in my cozy apartment. Soft morning light slips through the curtains and falls across the bed. The air smells like coffee from the pot I set the night before. For a moment everything is quiet. Then a cheerful little voice calls from the doorway.“Mommy!”My five-year-old son Ethan climbs into the bed and throws his small arms around me. His hair is messy and his pajamas are twisted from sleep. He presses his warm face against my neck and giggles.“Good morning, my little bear,” I say. I pull him close and tickle his sides. He laughs so hard he almost rolls off the bed. I catch him and we both end up under the covers again, pretending the blankets are a fort.This is our morning routine. We make silly faces. We count the birds outside the window. He tells me about the dream he had where he could fly. I listen and smile and feel the deep, steady love that fills every corner of this small home. Ethan is my whole world.After a while he grows quiet. He re
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