One my baby for nearly 11 years, rescued from neglect at five weeks of age and ever since unnaturally attached to, and dependent upon, me.
One my baby for 26 months, plus nine more as part of my body and all of my heart.
One my baby for 26 months, plus nine more as part of my body and all of my heart.
One growing old now and becoming ever-more sedentary and cloying.
One growing up and becoming ever-more active and independent.
One growing up and becoming ever-more active and independent.
One ever patient and passive. One always testing and aggressive.
One hungering for excitement and new experiences. One wishing nothing had ever changed.
And yet each, knowing how much the other is loved, illustrating the art of conciliation and understanding.
