He slides the CD into the player and extends a hand. She slips her hand into his and allows him to pull her to her feet from where she sat on the bed, reading. He swings her around in a circle, eliciting a gurgle of laughter from her. They spin together, laughing and giggling. He pulls her into his arms and together, they slow-danced to the tune. Movements in rhythm, swaying to the music, their hands in a firm grip. The young one watches, mesmerised. It was a moment, when mama and papa were not mama and papa, but two people deeply in love.
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