Taking hold of my hand, entwining her fingers a little tighter around my heart.
"Come!", as she pulls me down the hall toward her bedroom and a story book, or to see the stars from her turtle light looking magical on the ceiling, or to her mattress on the floor where she'll show me how well she can tumble.
"Come!"
Oh, Little Girl! I would come.
To the ends of the earth.
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