richard

I was amused, I was shocked, I was stunned, I was absolutely everything within that scope of the word. 

I'm a father, I have a son. It's still so very much hard for me to believe or accept to say less. 

I sat on the bed in my room after a long night of uncleared mind and a sleepless night. I had tons of thoughts on my mind and I was nowhere near getting answers to the questions that kept poking into my head. 

"I am a father?" I said again to myself as I turned to the side and my eyes met the portrait that was on the ground. It reminded me of her and now, it reminded me of the little face that appeared on her screen when a message came in while she was at the restroom. 

I couldn't but agree with the resemblance that was so obvious for anyone to see. He had the same eyes as me and the same dentition. 

I sat up in bed relentlessly thinking of how she raised the child alone. "Does that make me a bad father?" I said to myself.