“Nick. You can be whatever you want to be, and don’t you ever let them tell you there’s anything you can’t be just because of who you are.”
Nick is 9 years old when he’s finally understood what his mother meant, and another thing too. That she was wrong.
And when their faces are just mere centimeters away, and she can feel his breath on her and the warmth radiating from him, he asks, softly, “C-Can I kiss you?”