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.