Tiny, little pressed up against the window pane. A look of sorrow, almost forced. Eyes staring down so intently, I can almost feel them on me. A frown plastered on that beautiful little face. The longing is sincere. She wants a hug. A longer, stronger hug. Yet another hug. More snuggles. Endless snuggles, endless momma. … Continue reading Little Hands
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