Ethan woke up the other morning and snuggled in my arms, "How's my boy this morning?", I asked him, laying his head on my shoulder with a big sigh, the kind of sigh a heavy heart makes, he said, "Mommy, I wanna go home, to the Shunga house". My heart was heavy, I want to grant that request so much, but all I could do was tell him the truth, "I wanna go home too", and I squeezed him a little tighter, "Soon, soon we'll go home".
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