Antonia K

“Hi, Abel,” I say with a smile. He twists back and forth, playing with his teddy, gaze bouncing between me and the bookshelves. “I was just picking a book to read,” I tell him. “Do you think you could help me?” He nods, inching by me, fingers drifting over the books before he selects Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. “One of my favorites.” I stand, looking at the couch. “Do you want to read it with me?” Another nod, and then he steps forward and … tucks his hand into mine.”
― Becka Mack, Breathe With Me