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I held your hand so you did not fall, and when you did, I picked you up, brushed off the dirt and told you everything would be ok.

I dried your tears and took you to your favourite places. I did silly things to make you smile and lost countless nights sleep making sure you were ok.

I made your favourite foods and played your favourite songs over and over. I watched with baited breath, as you navigated the world.

And what a privilege it was, to be a mirror for all that you did for me growing up.

What a privilege it was to hold your hand as you took your last breath in this world, with the same love you gave me as I took my first