Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“I love you, lolabug.” “I love you too, Marlow.” Lola jumps up from under the covers, wraps her little arms around my neck and presses a kiss to my cheek. I cling to her tightly, committing this moment to memory. Saying goodbye to her is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and I’ll be counting down the days until I have her back in my arms.
