Sam walked slowly towards Asher and bent on his knees to be on his eye level when he reached him. Slowly, he raised his hand and touched his cheeks with the back of his fingers. He looked at him in the eye and smiled.
"Hello Asher. I am Uncle Sam. I used to take good care of you when you were young. You were so fragile then that I cannot hug you tight, so can you give me a hug now?" he said softly and tenderly.
"Yes! Yes!" Asher said energetically and gave him a hug in an instant. Sam hugged him tightly as he closed his eyes, controlling the tears that are threatening to fall. He felt for Charles. Seeing Asher days ago might have made him feel this way or even more than this. As for him, Asher is not his son but he was able to make him feel like this. How much more for Charle
