I was thinking I’d a child. 
We were during intercourse, my supply around their shoulder, this lady body cozy and soft. We gave my 4-year-old a squeeze. “Night-night, buttercup.” Therefore fatigued, as ever, we slid one calf through the Spider-Man comforter, my toes onto the floor.
“what will happen when we pass away?”
There clearly was anxiousness. I’m not ready because of this. Perhaps not today. Then a-deep breathing. A sigh. “Well, honey. ” an extended stop.
After that, ultimately, “no-one knows for sure. Some people think that absolutely nothing occurs. Others say you go to heaven and they are reunited along with your friends, then there’s reincarnation?—that you will be produced again as an infant and you also beginning more.”