No words need to be spoken as I reach down, my hand is grasped in a strong grip by a sticky little brown one. I smile as I feel the smoothness of his palm against mine. It surprises me how his little fingers wrap nearly around my whole hand, they are long fingers for such a little hand. I feel the trust in his clasp and I squeeze a bit tighter. The holding of his hand gives me a sense of responsibility for his safety. A feeling of joy creeps up my arm and settles in my heart at the knowledge that the linking of our hands matches the linking of our hearts.
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