Sitting on the counter,
waiting for his dinner
to warm up.
Cookies here
still warm
from the oven.
Eyes widen and
he jumps off the counter.
Within seconds,
one cookie is gone
another in his hand.
Can I eat all of them?
Yeah,
they’re yours.
Trying to hide
my happiness,
my relief,
my gratitude that
this
is where we are right now.
Can we have cookies
again tomorrow?
he questions.
No doubts.
No second thoughts.
Of course.
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