What is it, sweetie," I asked."Hair, said a voice that wasn't Missy's. It was Little Joe, a two-year-old personality, and his fingers played in my waist-length hair just as my own babies had many years ago.My skin prickled as I realized how complete my experience was of being touched by a toddler.
-Lynn I. Wilson
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