The Purple Couch

Ethan and Myra (finish line)

I am looking at this cute faced skinny boy of about the age of thirteen to fourteen in the race course, as I look around I realize, I am seated in the fifth row of a smaller version of what we call a stadium, but I must say there's a lot of people seated with excited faces all around me.
          The skinny teenager I've been looking at, has a grave look on his face, he is running down the race track in full speed, with all his strength, competing with eight other runners, all of them putting their best strategy to be the winner. 
But nevertheless he is the first one to make it to the finish line and he wins the race. I hear his friends, his team and his coach screeming in admiration on the top of their lungs. Still the loudest person in the crowd, who has been screaming for the last ten minutes, is no one but the person sitting beside me. "Ivan!! yay that's my boy" he screams pointing out at him, the young boy putting both his hands on the side of his mouth screams in all excitement from afar "Dad!!! now I get to wear your soccer shorts and go with you and uncle Ted to dig the pond", "Improve your demands bud,you're being too reasonable" his Dad screams back.
          While the young boy waves at his father the coach comes and takes him away. Finally the man beside me is seated, he's got the biggest grin on his face and is still breathing heavily out of all the thrill and joy, he experienced all together in a matter of few minutes.
          I look at him and realize that he looks way matured than he used to, maybe it's because of that little beard he has kept unshaven. But, no!, I tell myself, his skin looks a little rough and tan than how it used to look, yet that adorable charm hasn't left his eyes and even though his hair looks a little messy, he still looks extremely handsome, to deny it, would be a big lie.
       A woman about the age of seventy who had been sitting on his left, asks him"Is he your son gentleman"?
without even pausing for a second he says "yes madam, my son, a piece of my heart" smiling even way more than he already was, he bites his tongue in realization, looks at me and puts his arms around my shoulders and wishpers "I mean our son". I look at him and smile, he kisses my shoulders and says "What did I do to deserve you and our children"?, as he rested his chin on my shoulders, I gave a kiss on his forehead, "Thankyou for everything" he says again, maybe now for the billionth time.

Author's Note

How amazing and inspiring it is, to see the love that a true man feels,for the woman who bore his children and who is also the one and only love of his life.
In order to get the true essence of this story, you have to read it till the end.
Stay tuned with Ethan and Myra's love story.