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EZRA
We picked up our Chinese food and KFC on the way home, and although I hadn’t been so happy, so content in God knew how long, heaviness weighed on my shoulders.
A few hours after dinner, Phillip’s eyes drooped while he sat in the new chair.
I started to stand, but Aaron grasped my forearm, keeping me on the couch. “I’ll see to him tonight.”
Aaron went over to his dad. “Let’s get you into bed.”
Phillip grunted and blinked his eyes open. “Ezra.”
“What?” Aaron said, still half-bent and ready to assist his move over into his wheelchair.
“Want Ezra,” Phillip stated.
Aaron stayed put, studying his dad’s face. They seemed to hold a silent conversation, one I couldn’t fathom.
“You’re my responsibility, Dad,” Aaron finally insisted quietly.
“Want Ezra tonight.”
“Okay,” he said as
