Seeing is believing

I am singing as I am combing R’s hair.

R — What are you singing?

Mom — It’s a song called “Home”.  It makes me think about Dad.

R — Why?

Mom — It says, “Let me come home.  Home is whenever I’m with you.  Home, yes I am home, home is wherever I’m with you.”  Daddy is my home, no matter where he is.

R — ‘Cause he protects you?

Mom — Yep.

R — I’ve never seen him protect you…

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