“What’s this for?” he asks, when I hold on to him a little longer than is probably professionally appropriate. “For being like a dad to me,” I tell him, my voice muffled in his shoulder. “For letting me do my homework here because I didn’t want to be alone. For giving me a job even when you didn’t have to. For looking after me my whole life.” “What was I supposed to do, lock you outside? You were very persistent as a nine-year-old. And you’re very persistent now. I’ve always admired that.”
AWWWWW
