Last Sunday, your aunt dropped me off at the airport and we said yet another goodbye. You hugged me tightly, like you didn't want me to leave.
A few days later, your aunt tells me how you were waving back at me as she drove away, until i was out of sight. You then sat a few minutes in silence looking out the window into the distance, thinking. You came out of your reverie and asked when i'd be back and were happy at the prospect.
Knowing this, i can only say that it tears me apart to not be able to see you every day.
Still, those special hugs keep me going.