This morning, I came out to the living room, all dressed for work.

Joshua said to me with a tone of concern, “Mommy, where are you going?”

I said, “I’m going to work, baby.”

Joshua said, “I don’t want you to go to work.”

I sat down beside him on the couch, held his hand, and said, “Sorry buddy, it’s a work day, so I have to go to work.”

Joshua asked, “How come you have to go to work?”

I said, “Because I have to make money, so we can live here and have food to eat.”

Joshua looked at me, climbed onto my lap, put his cheek on my chest, and said, “Mommy, I give you my heart.”

Excuse me while I melt into a puddle.

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