In my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined our paths would cross again.
If I close my eyes really tight, I can almost hear his tiny voice saying my name, "Daddy."
I'd forgotten what he looked like, his scent as I hugged him, his heart beating.
As we approached one another, made eye contact, and then just the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
It had been 12 years since I held his little hands in mine.
If I close my eyes really tight, I can almost hear his tiny voice saying my name, "Daddy."
It was like another lifetime ago, all those years. I don't even remember what kept him away:
Something I'd done?
Perhaps.I'd forgotten what he looked like, his scent as I hugged him, his heart beating.
I could vaguely make out his silhouette at the end of the block.
As we approached one another, made eye contact, and then just the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Somehow deep down inside I knew all those years, all those bad feelings would just melt away as we shook hands.
Then he spoke, "Dad, it's good to see you."
