I loosened my grip on my new son, and looked at him letting a tear from my eyes fall onto his cheek. It's bad to lose a fiancé, but it's worse to lose a mum. I wiped the tear away with my thumbed. I held him next to my shoulder as I stared at her empty bed... I let out a louder sob and squeezed my son tighter. He is the only thing I've got. To love. To take care of. To cherish.
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