As I saw him crossing the lawn and walking towards me, I was tempted to brush away the wet hair that was falling on his eyes and kissing his forehead. But I stopped myself.
Teenaged boys did not appreciate their moms kissing them in public. Even if I still saw him as a pink-cheeked baby.
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