"How does it feel?" The old man asked.
I had heard the door open but I didn't bother to look because I knew it wasn't Will. It might be Mia or someone else but it wasn't Will. And as I expected, it really wasn't Will.
A small smile spread on my lips at Grandfather's question as I recall the touch, our moment together. How I was able to finally see him clearly without distance being a barrier.
"It is a feeling I really wish to feel again." I may have touched his buttons and knelt in front of him, but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I want to have him play with me, laugh together, and dress him. I want to watch movies with him. I want to have mother-and-son time with him. Those soft cheeks of his, I want to touch them, feel them, I want him to eat my food and like it. I want to see
