I am looking at his picture from three years ago. It is a perfect image of the left side of his face. He is looking away, with a slight frown. I can look at this picture for ever and ever. I look at the curls in his hair at the back of his neck. His perfect little nose and lips and a hanging under chin. His perfectly black eye under a tilted eyebrow.
I look at his lips and I remember his tiny little voice.
I look at his cheek and I feel the soft touch on my lips kissing him.
I can brush his hair with my finger still.
I love this picture.
I adore this boy.
He is the light of my eyes. He is indeed the light of my life. God bless you my sunny son!
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- An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.
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