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CHAPTER 20: Maddox

Author: Madel McDonough
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

My Maddox’s eyes showcase the innocence of his youth and his smile that melts even the hardest of hearts. His tousled hair dances with his every movement, reflecting the golden light that surrounds him. His gaze is fixed on a figure near our table, a man of advanced age whose stern countenance seems carved from stone - his grandfather. His presence commands respect, yet also evokes a certain unease.

My Maddox wiggles his body down from his chair, then wanders toward his grandfather. The soft pitter-patter of his small footsteps gets lost from the melodic strains of the quartet. When he finally stands before his grandfather, he looks up with wide, hopeful eyes that have a universe of curiosity and innocence.

"Lolo," he begins, his voice a delicate whisper amidst the hum of the crowd, "D’you love me?"

The question dangles in the air, a fragile moment suspended in time. Braxton and I exchange knowing glances, our curiosity piques by this unexpected action from our son.

My heart sk
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