Btw-
The boy didn't know that his Dad was 'not his dad' (or whatever). But how would you explain it to a 2 & a half yr old anyway?
"Your dad is not your dad"
**Huh??**
"Well you know how babies come from mummys and daddys...?"
**Ahh! Yep - mummys, daddys.. I'm with ya now go on**
Then what do you say. ...Forget that!

Ok so what dropped my jaw was when as he spoke about the boy, it was clear he was just simply "My Son" to him. And his eyes welled up to the point where it left no uncertainty. And again on a few other occasions when it came into conversation.
The intensity of his love was so overwhelming it physically moved him to the verge of tears.
It fucking blew me away!! And he had no shame in it whatsoever. (Especially with "Men don't cry" and all that shit, you know?

)
I will never ever forget that.
They were a cool little family. This big guy, a tiny wife, two happy little kids... and one fucked-up fridge!
Bookmarks