I watch his chubby little fingers
carefully separate each precious strand,
his face lighting up as he feeds me
strips of processed mozzarella.
A year ago he told me he hated me.
This morning he told me
I am his best friend,
or at least his best “old” friend,
because I play with Legos
and buy the best snacks.
So here I sit, smiling,
with bits of string cheese
dangling from my lips
as a five-year-old giggles
and points at me.
The proverbial simple things in life
are deceptively complex,
like eating string cheese with my godson
and trying not to cry and laugh at the same time.
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