"Did you practice when you were little?"
My pint-sized god was talking to me. I looked at him with every ounce of adoration I still have left. His red cheeks were glowing in the summer light. His black hair shiny and swayed with the cool wind. This boy is my salvation. It pains me to think that in a matter of hours, we must part again.
"I like you, Daddy."
My heart melted. I held his face and smiled. I haven't had a reason to smile like this in a very long time.