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The Passions of Youth

The speech therapist came in and picked up Chez for his bi-weekly session.  Most work sessions last a half hour and Chez comes back happily sporting a new sticker which he shows off to anybody who will admire it.  Today was just a bit different.

Chez left as usual — happy to be with Ms. Jillian and skipping along at her side.  When they returned I was sitting on the floor playing ball with K.K. and Jay.  I looked up as Chez came through the door holding Ms. Jillian’s hand and hopping, as usual.  Chez looked across the room at me and his face lit up like sunshine.

“Oh!” He shrieked. “I missed you!”  And he flew across the room, burrowed into my lap, claimed a death grip on my neck, hugged me and kissed me.  Then just as quick he let me go and ran to K.K. and Jay waving his hand, “See my steeker?”

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Melli — he is adorable, even when he’s naughty. Unfortunately, he knows it.

    Doug — he’s much too fickle to focus on any body’s whims but his own.

  2. Story after story of children who provide unconditional love and affection. Touching, sweet, wonderful. But what is it that happens between childhood and adulthood that so totally kills this?

    As an adult it is almost impossible, and probably illegal, to run around collecting hugs and kisses. Why, why, why?

  3. Dr. John — it was the highlight of my work day.

    Nessa — briefly divine.

    Jill — sweet and tingly.

    Polona — he can be.

    SN — they burn too bright to last.

    Morgan — it has something to do with where you put your … uhm, … hands, I’m sure.

    Bill — yep. Even the little ones.

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