My Person

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It was only 3:00 am when I was awakened by Allen crying. I sluggishly got out of bed and shuffled down the hall into his bedroom. He was lying in his crib, wailing. I picked him up and sat down in the rocking chair. As I slowly rocked back and forth and back again, I whispered to Allen, "Shh, it's okay buddy, shh." After about twenty minutes he finally calmed down. He laid still in my arms, looking up at me with his wide, brown eyes, that looked exactly like his daddy's. He made a little scuffle noise and grinned. "Hi buddy. Hi Allen. Are you okay?" I stroked his soft, hairless head. "I know, I know. I don't know what we're gonna do without daddy either. What are we gonna do without a man in the house? We'll figure it out though. Right? You and me?" He continued to just give me that wide eyed stare, as though he was mesmerized. My eyes were watery again. I just really didn't want him to leave. He needed to stay with Allen and I. I needed him to stay with me. He is my person.

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