“What are you doing, Mommy?” Ken asked when I pulled his suitcase out of his closet.

“Pick out some of your favorite toys. We are going away for a few days,” I told him.

I put the suitcase on the bed and started folding his clean clothes into it.

“I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to lose my new toys,” Ken whined, rubbing his eyes with his fist.

“You’re not going to lose your toys, I promise,” I assured.

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