Palms of My Hands

One morning, my neighbors, Eugene Long and his wife had just awakened and were lying in bed when suddenly a young fellow entered their bedroom. He walked around the bed to Eugene ’s side.
If the trespasser had been a total stranger, his entrance would’ve been criminal intrusion. If he had been a friend, his entrance would’ve been just plain obnoxious. But it was their toddler son who had entered their bedroom, jumped on the bed, and boldly said’ “I want in the middle”. Eugene was struck with the beauty of a child’s security in knowing he is wanted.