We stood by the wall and made shadows in the warm pink glow of the evening sun.
John spread his arms wide with the confident abandon of a toddler, and I saw his perfect silhouette framed against the white wall of the house.
For a moment, he looked like Peter Pan, poised in shadow and ready for action.
"All children, except one, grow up" I said to myself.
And for the briefest of moments, I felt as though my heart would break.
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