I’m sitting in the orphanage dean’s office, waiting for her to return, messing with the rings on my left hand.. a nervous habit.. why am I nervous? It’s just a kid.. my kid.. but just a kid nonetheless. After a bit of waiting the lady brings in the child.. the child they say is mine. I stand, being 6’3 a tower over him/her.. a suck my teeth a bit as a study the child, my hands folded behind my back neatly. “I’m Ezekiel, your… Father..” i say, my voice stern “You are..?”
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1🥱•~Shinso~•🥱
25/09/2024