I sat beside him, not saying anything. For a while, I thought he had fallen asleep. Then he spoke.
“What does he like?”
I turned to him. “What?”
“Lior. What does he like?”
“He likes cars. And space. Anything about science, really. He’s always asking questions,” I replied.
I found myself smiling. “He’s… really smart for his age. I think he got that from you. I’m not that smart.”
Mason let out a low breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
“He hates oats,” I added. “Says it’s nasty.”
“That’s my boy,” he said quietly.
I looked over at Lior as I spoke. “He can’t sleep with the lights on. And he talks a lot. Sometimes I don’t even know where he gets his words from.”
My voice softened. “He’s kind. Funny. And when he hugs you…” I let out a small breath. “You don’t want to let go.”
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