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"Happy brother's day, Teddy. How are you doing? I know you are happy. Mom and dad are there, after all. But then you would miss me. But you would have moved on, yeah? I hope you have."
"You are seven, Teddy! Stop being a little boy and stand between mom and dad. The next time I see you, you should act like a big boy. Get it?"
I laugh at him. "Did I scare you tiny bundle? Oh, how I miss you."
"Mom, dad.. "
The tears stop me from saying more.
"I can't do this anymore."
And as always, I break down.
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A/N
Am I the only one with a lump in my throat?
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