It's all the same...

Holding Michael the other day, he grabbed ahold of my shoulder and cuddled up against it. I whispered in his ear and kissed his little cheek, my lips feeling his face raise with a tiny smile as I did so.

Remembering that he won't remember me is difficult. In a few short months I'll be nothing but a stranger. He looked up at me for a split second, and I buried my face in his neck so he wouldn't see the questions in my eyes, the ones I don't want answered.