100 Words : Goodbyes Are Hard

I’m tugging at your finger sitting behind, our last bits of physical contact. You’re staring outside – a look that’s distant and sad.
A tear threatens to fall; I sniff and brush it away.
You soon fall asleep on the front seat, your head drooping from side to side. With one hand still tugging on your little finger, I use the other to hold you in place.
Airport is here and our time is up, you turn to give me one last longing look. All I want is to run back to you – instead, I turn and walk away.

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