One morning, Liz Petrone’s son burst into tears as he left her arms to board the school bus. Although the bus was driving away, Petrone could see that her son was crying, so she reached out to him and tried to share a gesture that would give him some reassurance of her undying love.
The next morning, we sat at the bus stop together, and I pulled a pen from my coat pocket,” she wrote on Facebook. “I grabbed his wrist, kissed the blue of his veins where the blood we share flows through his veins and drew this heart.”
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