Vincent
I hate to do this to my son, but it's what I think will be the best for him. We can't hide everything forever.
It's already morning, yet he is still not coming down for breakfast. I guess he have read it. Our gift thats why he doesn't need to see us for a while. My wife and I are already prepared for this, and whatever decition he's goin' to make we're still going to support him. Even he did not came from us literally and biologically speaking. We raised him as a son, we took him under our care, we gave love that he need, we stood beside him during his hardest times and we saw him grew up as a gentelman. I may not be his real father but, I did what any other man who yearn to have son would ever do.
"Why is he not coming down yet?"
"Let's just give some space."
"But-"
"Come on Sav, let's eat. Then we'll prepare his breakfast. He need some space, let's respect that."
Savannah
Since last night I couldn't help myself but to worry. Having all this thoughts floating around me. I'm so worried that he might leave us and search his biological parents or what if he can't take too much for him and just give and end his life or he might stop talking to us and pretend like we're not around. I just wanted to protect him. The moment that we went to the hospital- eighteen years ago to make some clarifications- and the doctor said I will never be able to bear a child. I felt like my whole world collapsed.
Months later my husdand went hunting. And then arrived home with a child. He's like an angel, having a pair of green-grey eyes, with a slightly tan skin tone and raven black hair. He's being wrapped with a blanket embroided a name 'Daemon'.
That day I knew myself, we're going to raise this child like it came from us. My husband and I decided to name the baby Daemon as it is embroided in the blanket. Hoping that that's the name his real parents would like their baby to be named. We also moved into another town to start a fresh life and to register our son as our's.
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Hombres LoboCan you imagine you're living your life, perfectly. That you can't wish anything else in the world because you're already contentend with the life your parents has given you. But what if you'll know that those parents who provided you a very good li...
