One recent Valentine*s Day, my son came homne from school, opened his sweaty little hand,
and revealed a small pink *sugar heart with the words, “T Love You"” written onit. Hetossed
Ime a Smle.
“Whew! 』was afraid Td lose it Mom, so I've held it real tight ever since after unch. I
want you fo have " he said, taking it out of his little hand and dropping it onto mine. [A]My
eyes nisfed a Iffle.
“My friend gave to me。 Mom. She's a girl” he added。①as thou
difference. 】looked at the dirty-looking candy heart.
"Aren't you gong to eat it Mom?” he asked, blue eyes anxiously searching my face.
“Bat if2 Yeah,sure. Justa minute,” said, the candy now sticking to my hand like tape.
} wondered what the brown stn丘could be. Dirt or maybe a marker, something harmless Thoped.
^②Lwas afraid I wouldn*t get it home, Mom. Inearly lost it in the restroom but ucky for
youTfound計. Itrolled under the sinks.” Hesmiled a big smile.
that made a
