A child to call my own
During my last hospital stay, a nurse asked why I had never had never married or had children of my own.
I told her that there was a boy, as dear to me as a child of my own body could be, and how I had helped raise him with a beautiful, strong woman for ten years.
She smiled, and said she looked forward to meeting him.
I hope she does.
I told her that there was a boy, as dear to me as a child of my own body could be, and how I had helped raise him with a beautiful, strong woman for ten years.
She smiled, and said she looked forward to meeting him.
I hope she does.