“Granny!” He called as he burst through the back door. He spread his arms wide and planted his little feet shoulder width apart, inviting me to look at the wetness running down his pants.
He stood before me in complete surrender, showing me his most embarrassing moment. Knowing I was the only one who could make things better. He didn’t try to hide. He knew he needed help.
“I thought I could make it, but I didn’t.” His voice trailed off, disappointment written all over his young face.
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