This is an excerpt from a heart wrenching and enlightening documentary (available on Netflix online) entitled Praying with Lior.
Here is an article his mother wrote about him before she died of cancer.
Praying With Lior. by Devora Bartnoff
Most mornings I have trouble getting out of bed. It’s an old bad habit. I
used to lie awake and brood. I’ve progressed to the point where I now lie awake and meditate. It’s very joyful, actually. But it still doesn’t help me get out of bed.
Often my 5-year-old son, Lior, wakes up during my morning inertia. His
general routine is to climb out of his bed (he’s learned better than to expect
a parent to attend to him at the early hour of 6:30 a.m.) and mount the stairs to the third floor, where our bedroom is. He peeks into the doorway
expectantly. I lift up my head. “Hey Lior,” I whisper. “Come to Mommy.”
He bounds over and then, with unsuppressible exuberance, he bursts out,
I lift him up and tuck him under the covers, feeling the blessing of this
very special soul cuddled beside me. My cheeks are soon soaking wet from his kisses. “I love kisses,” he whispers with serious big brown eyes.
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