“Don’t worry, babygirl, I promise to be an even better leader after January. I’ll do all I can . . . Michelle and I will do everything in our power to make sure you don’t lose hope in your future.”
She holds on to him as if searching for security; he can feel a slight tremble in her wiry arms and a palpable, peculiarly rapid thump in her heartbeat.
“I love you, Mr. President,” her soft words somehow find air.
Reluctantly he releases her, the very reason he chose to run, from his father-like embrace.
Misty become both a man’s and a little girl’s eyes.
God, pamper the vulnerable . . . and help us all. -Rg2
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