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Love comes in all shapes and sizes

In Stories, secrets & dreams on February 10, 2012 at 5:23 pm

John Cabello

He was just a little baby, just about sixty minutes old. Sucking his mom’s young nipple, and he heard me clearing my throat so congested by the emotions. Jim, my baby, my last baby boy.

Now he’s six feet, four inches. But when I see him, love still comes to my chest. Just listen to my heart pump. With eyes just the way he used to be as a toddler. When he tells me, “Dad, I love you,” that is all I need.

John Cabello


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