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