The Devil in the place of God
I can’t describe the feeling I get whenever I hold him in my arms, for a moment I never want to let go, because I’m scared that I’ll lose him. “Momma come inside and see my room, I cleaned it just for you,” Angelo stands before me holding my hand in his small one, he’s looking past me, he’s looking at Duran. To be perfectly honest I had nearly forgot about him, “who’s that momma?” “Oh, this is my friend Duran, Duran, this is Angelo, my son,” I’ve never been ashamed that he’s my son, I love him, introducing him as mine aloud fills me with pride, saying it to Duran though, it feels more important now more than anytime before. I take Angelo’s shoulders facing him to Duran, bending down I whisper in his ear, “why don’t you go shake his hand, I promise he’s nice” Angelo smiles skipping over
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