He comes into the kitchen, all smiles. My boy. His ruddy complexion reminds me of my dad’s. He sits down beside me, the muscles twitching in his still-smiling cheeks. I drink in the sight…
He comes into the kitchen, all smiles. My boy. His ruddy complexion reminds me of my dad’s. He sits down beside me, the muscles twitching in his still-smiling cheeks. I drink in the sight…