In the autumn season, we are tempted to wrap ourselves in a blanket to feel warm and cozy. And sometimes, after reading stories about kind people or just something touching, you may feel warm again. And your face breaks into a smile.
I have a cool son. And it doesn’t matter that he is not my biological son, but my wife’s child from her first marriage. He is my son, because it is I who raise him and love him. And he feels it. Recently, we told him that he is going to have a little brother.I was afraid that he would start to worry that now he will be less loved and all the attention will be on his brother. But John reassured me when he came up to me and said, “I will love my brother as much as you love me!” He kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. I almost cried at that moment.
