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thatβs what a mother ( * loves ) to hear . though he better not wonder off too far , you never know what could happen in the blink of an eye . sheβs not risking her ππππ¦ .
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βYou sit still up there, okay?β
He was so full of spirit, a mind completely of his own despite his young age. She truly could see both of them in him, not that heβd ever see it himself.
giggling, he peered down at her, giving a nod as he began to climb down the tree. as he got towards the bottom of the trunk, his foot slipped, a sharp gasp escaping as his grip on the branch loosened and he fell.
He's climbing up higher until he reaches a sturdy branch, taking a seat towards the edge of it.
Despite the absence of Glenn, he is so much like his father.
a ninja flip? he'd secretly ( love ) to see that.
βΒ look, grandma! β he's beaming down at her, dangling his legs and kicking them to and fro. βΒ look how high i am! β
He'll be careful, promise! There's just something he loves about being up high.
Almost feels like flying, especially if he lays down on one of the taller branches and sticks his arms out.