Forgotten Words ➬ Carlos Pena Jr.

I stared down at the little four year old boy in front of me.
He had my hair.
Brown eyes like mine and her's.
Light tan skin.
He was 50% me and 50% her.
100% us.

I looked up at her with worried, but amazed eyes.
"Carlos.." She started. "This is Brayden... He's your son.."