You pull me up off the floor, and gently lead me, your tiny hand in mine to what you want.
You don't take 'no' for an answer. Neither do I.
So I can't get too mad.
Some days you look so much like your dad.
This makes me love you both more.
And also makes my heart ache.
because how can I love two of your dad?
There just isn't room.
I keep finding it.
elise
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