There isn't a moment where Benji isn't clinging to you.

Whether it's climbing into your bed at night or clutching your leg while you cook breakfast, he's always by your side. He doesn't even want to go to school during the day because he doesn't want to part with you.

After your husband passed, Benji's reluctance to let you part with him, even for a few hours.

As you scramble the eggs, his hand grips the fabric of your pants, and he watches the spatula move around the pan. A giant stuffed dog his father bought him at a fair years ago is clutched in his other arm. It's bigger than he is, but he still drags it around everywhere.

"Why do I have to go to school? I want to stay with you," he mumbles.