While T sits on the toilet, and I stare at the mirror applying various powders to enhance what I like and disguise what I don't he says,
"Mama, do you know what's in my heart?"
"Um...blood?", I say, thinking he's talking about it in a literal sense.
"No. Inside my heart there is another heart because I love you."
I peek around the door frame, "I love you", I say with a sudden sense that my heart contains a few extra hearts too.