Foster

I know.

I know she doesn’t need me.

I know she doesn’t need me to fix her hair.

I know she doesn’t need me to pour her cereal.

I know she doesn’t need help reading her AR book.

I know she doesn’t need help picking out her clothes.

I know she doesn’t need me to tuck her in at night.

She can fix her own hair.

She can pour her own cereal.

She can read her AR book herself.

She can pick out her clothes.

She can put herself to bed.

But….

She lets me fix her hair.

She lets me pour her cereal.

She lets me help her read.

She lets me pick out her clothes… sometimes.

She lets me tuck her in at night.

She doesn’t need me.

She wants me.

She is attaching… and I am too.

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