The other evening, as I moved around the kitchen, Matthew was my little shadow. Â Everywhere I went, he went. Â â€œI’m following you,” he told me happily.
â€œYes, you are following me,” I said. Â â€œWhy are you following me?”
â€œBecause I want to be by your side.”
Click went the tape recorder of my memory. Â Some things are too important to forget.