Please touch me. Persist; find ways to meet my needs. Your touch is the language of love—the silent poetry that bridges the gap between hearts. In your embrace, I discover safety, warmth, and the promise that I am not alone in this vast, uncertain world. Your goodnight hug helps sweeten my dreams. As the day’s shadows lengthen, and the moon tiptoes across the sky, your arms wrap around me like a soft cocoon. In that moment, worries dissolve, and the weight of existence lifts. You whisper, “Rest, my dear,” and I drift into slumber, cradled by your affection. Your daytime … Continue reading If I am your child…