“ oh, sweetheart. ” arms wrap tight around her son, holding him close the way she knows he needs. her fingers reach to stroke softly through his hair and she’s turning her head to kiss him -- wherever her lips first reach; it doesn’t matter. “ it’s not your fault. they were gonna take us all anyway. all that matters is that we’re safe now. everyone’s safe. ” / @hastodosomething cont.
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