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"Papa, I’m scared"

“Papa, I’m scared.”

I heard my sweet munchkin’s voice, but I wasn’t sure if I dreamt it or whether it was really her, my five-year-old granddaughter, Violet, at the side of our bed.

“I had a bad dream” she said.

“Here, Violet” I whispered. I flipped the covers open and patted the bottom sheet, “Jump up”.

I reached out to lift her.

As I pulled the blankets up, I felt the warmth of her body against mine, I inhaled her delectable essence.

“I dreamed about skeletons. It was so scary.” she shared.

I patted her back.

I wondered to myself, how many moments in my life will I get like this? And when they come will I remember to receive them?

Violet will grow up. She will discover other ways of assuaging her fears. God willing, she will be here long after I am gone.

But for now, there is this: a child’s need became her Papa’s gift.

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