Lilly
I stroke my sleeping son’s hair back from his forehead. It’s been two days, and I still can’t believe he’s here. For seven months, Bastian and I grieved the child we lost.
Harry had always felt like mine. From the moment I saw him as a tiny baby, I loved him. As he grew, I fell deeper in love with him.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Harry, and I made him mine. I adopted my son as soon as I convinced my father that it was the right thing to do.
I still remember the first time he called me Mama. I’d visited Harry at the children’s home and spent a few hours together.
Mom said that I shouldn’t get too attached to him because, one day, someone would come along and take him home with them. But I couldn’t stay away because Harry was the light in my darkness.
I kissed his head th
