Words

Cass said this to me the other night as we were snuggling together before bed. A tear welled up and slowly slid down my face and into his pillow.

Some day soon, I am going to grow big and strong and sturdy like a tree. And then I'll get roots. My arms and legs will turn to roots. And my head, too.


Mom, will you get old and die? Because I don't want you to die. If you die someday, I will cry. We'll be together forever.