Say it isn't so. He's all grown up. Wings are spread. He's flown the coop.
When I watched him walk away, he didn't turn around. He went straight ahead. No turning back.
Gone a teenager. I'm sure he'll return a man.
Will he remember to wash his hands, drink lots of water and eat all the right things?
Does it really matter? He is who is he is. It's all up to him. I've done everything I could do.
When your child leaves home, love them and let them be free.
Tears swell up and roll down my cheek. I am going to miss him.
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