The little hand held his with so much love, so much affection. The simple gesture that says, “I love you,” was enough to keep him living, enough to keep his eyes closed. He loved his son very much but there was always something that didn’t fit quite right.
He always gave him everything he could, showered him with gifts for any reason and was never able to decline any request. His son was his everything especially after his wife’s death.
He held onto him remembering his late wife’s last words. Don’t punish him. Don’t punish him for what? He never knew and he didn’t want to know. He thought maybe she didn’t want him to blame their son for her death but that would just be absurd! Why would he do such a thing! He believed in God and has faith in His choices, paths. God knows best.
But the words were nagging. He always wondered and they continued to repeat in his mind. Don’t punish him… Don’t punish him… Don’t punish him…
He saw everything, yet saw nothing. He saw the differences yet he made up similarities.
His eyes are blue, were his mother’s eyes blue? No, but my great grandmother had blue eyes.
He’s very tall. Yes, it’s a funny story, my great uncle was known for his height. He was nicknamed giant.
He looks very much like your best friend Anderson, people could mistake him to be his father. A smile.
Don’t punish him.