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Haven’t seen you for some time. These days our sweet moments keep running into my mind. I think there can be magic in the touch of a hand that loves you. Since you were born, I remembered, as a _______ , you reached for me whenever you were hungry or just needed to be held. Sometimes, _______ you woke at night, just the touch of my hand would make you back to sleep. My hands picked you up when you fell, and I gave you a big hand _______ at your sports games. That’s the magic in the touch of a hand with love.

As you grew older, I _______ that you didn’t hold my hand much any more. I told myself it was part of growing up, and I should just be ________ you could do things on your own now. But when I’ve been needed so much for such a long time, it’s hard to step _______ and feel unnecessary.

On that day, I was visiting you in your city. As we were about to cross a _______ street that was filled with traffic, you took my hand suddenly and shouted, “Hang on to me, Mom,” then _______ me safely across. At that moment, I realized that my boy became a man and our roles changed. We still needed each other, but in different ways.

My dear son, you have taught me to depend on _______ just as you once depended on me. The loving hands “touch” us, even if we live miles away. That’s because there is always a silent _______ between us that says, “I am here and you are not alone.”

Love,

Mom