To My Son Benji
A mischievous pair of blue eyes peers around my door, followed by a freckled face and a huge grin. You give a happy shout and leap onto my bed.
“Wake up, Dad!”
I hug you so tight you gasp. “Why are you crying, Dad?”
Because two years ago I found you, alone and terrified, beside the lifeless body of a battered woman.
Because the authorities didn’t want an unmarried policeman to adopt a two year old.
Because I fought to give you a home, and the love I never had.
Because I won.
Because today you finally called me Dad.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleA compact story of great love from the mischievous blue eyes to the overflow of emotions at being called dad. A wonderful description of a father’s love. Benji is lucky!
Oh my, Juma, I’m tearing up here! What an emotional read. And I love how you describe Benji, how cute is he? Love this!
Oh this is beautifully heart-warming Juma ?❤
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis story is so moving in its simplicity, repetition and storyline. Well done, Juma.
If the Skylight by Allan makes me smile, this one makes my tears shedding. Such a heartfelt read, Juma. I love it. It is simple but penetrated down my heart. Well done.
You have caught the situation and the emotions in this relationship in an excellent way, Juma. Congratulations to yet another great story!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GooglePerfectly lovely. The authorities are not always right and ‘Dad’ certainly proved that!
What a beautiful and heart-warming story, Juma. Oops, I think I just echoed Emily. We must share a mind ?