I called him my own art. His fractured body mirrored that of my own. Except this baby didn’t know anything about anything. What punct/uation meant or anything like that. I guess in that way he is also like me. His little arms cause him to be fragile. That’s where we differ my arms are very large. But I guess I am also fragile, only it is obvious for the baby. Not so much for me. Inside this baby shines a heart of gold. Only I can see it. He would grow up and it would shine less ... read more