Tiny Savior

Bless the day when those lost are found.

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I wonder if she can feel the way my heart aches. How it breaks with the shame of inadequacy. She must notice when my shallow breathing starts to shake.

When she drops her head against my chest, I worry she’ll see through my amateur fumblings and know that I’ve never done this before. Held someone. I fear such a revelation may bring her…