Amanda’s fingers gently ran through Angelo’s brown hair. She still pictures those angelic, golden locks that he’d had from infancy. Daily, Angelo looked more and more like Niels. The darkening hair, the piercing blue eyes. Sometimes he even had Niels’ intense look when he was thinking about something. Today, he was eight years old and Amanda was more that grateful that he’d still insisted on a bedtime story even after a fun-filled day. With autumn imminent, they’d spent some time at an outdoor recreation centre. Angelo had gotten a model boat as a gift from his parents, and they’d been able to rent a boat once again to sail around on the lake. Angelo couldn’t have been any happier. As Amanda watched her son sleep, she wondered what he wanted to be when he was older. He didn’t quite know yet, but in Amanda’s eyes, his options were limitless. Once upon a time, she’d thought that his injured shoulder would prevent him from living a normal life. His first years of life had been filled with so much pain and therapy, but these days, he was doing so well that to most it was unreconisable. “Mummy?” Angelo stirred sleepily, his eyes still closed as he shifted in bed. “I liked today,” he sighed. His words were barely coherent, but it only made it cuter. “I’m glad you did,” said Amanda, trying not to chuckle. She leaned over and pressed a kiss against his forehead. “I love you, my big boy. Sweet dreams.”
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August 2017
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