"How's my little slugger?" Charles asked as he lifted Albert into his arms and cradled him. Charles's son Albert gave his father a bear embrace, burying his head in his father's shoulder, and wrapping his tiny arms around the broad neck of his older brother. Inspiring was the look of love and pride that Charles had for his kid as he looked at him.
I held out hope that one day I would meet someone in my life who could love me even a fraction as much as she did.
After I had finished placing the final toy chest in its designated location in the corner, I heaved a sigh, gave a short stretch, and then stood up to my full height of five feet eight inches. Charles was much taller than I was. He had to have been at least six feet two or three tall and had a strong build. His typical getup consis
