A Moment (from between toast)

At breakfast as I am about to bite into toast, my father, passing by, kisses me on the top of my head; on the crown. I pause, toast hovering mid-air. I put a hand to the top of my head and touch the spot gingerly.

I am suddenly overwhelmed.

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