Marked by destiny
I hold him tightly, even though my arms are burning.
" you know what? we got candy today because I cleaned up really well!" he tells me proudly.
"Good job, my sweetheart. I'm proud of you."
Elhoïme watches us with his usual serious expressions, arms crossed. He has that look of a boy who already wants to be a man, even though he's only ten.
"We need to hurry," he says. "you're tired, right?"
I nod, a sad smile at the corner of my lips.
"always, but I'll be fine."
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