I was 23. Bleary eyed from a night of no sleep in a hospital room, staring at this tiny miracle with a light red hair covering his head, crying and seemingly unsure of this new, bright environment. He was turned away from me, looking at whatever was more interesting in the opposite direction.
I was 23.
I was 23.
I was 23.
I was 23. Bleary eyed from a night of no sleep in a hospital room, staring at this tiny miracle with a light red hair covering his head, crying and seemingly unsure of this new, bright environment. He was turned away from me, looking at whatever was more interesting in the opposite direction.