#parent-child relation

“Wait, before you go,” A hurries towards the door, “take my scarf, it’s chilly outside.” B smiles at them as they wrap it snugly around their neck. “You’re not my parent.” They say, a teasing lilt to their voice as they deliver the long running joke between them.   But their voice, when the door shuts behind them after a final wave, is anything but joking as they mutter, “I wish you were.”