A big day for an 8 year-old, packing up for a friend's birthday sleepover.
He gets sad for a moment, and I comfort him: "It's just one night."
We hug goodbye, I get sad for a moment, and he comforts me: "It's just one night."
Putting away laundry later, and his room is not the same without him in the house.
What am I gonna do someday when it isn't just one night anymore?
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