Fatherhood Drabble
I cradle him in my arms just as I did the day he arrived at my home. His body, now a husk, was once so full of life. Every limb and digit was miniature when he was a young boy. His smiles and laughter seemed endless.
I expected I would love him, but I never thought I would love him this much. My chest hurts. Someone has ripped my heart from me. My boy became a man and now he is dead. He loved too much; his heart gave out. His birth parents will never know how wonderful he was.