And The Silver Spoon
Your eyes land on him, and everything changes.
Youve never met him, of course, but you know him right away.
Theo.
He is sleeping in a nurse's arms on a hospital bed, his curls disheveled. There is a pair of round, coke-bottle glasses folded beside the bed. You melt at the idea of them on the kids face.
A soft snore escapes the kid's every breath, and suddenly, you are glued to the rainbow-tiled floor of the pediatric wing, about as unmovable as a statue.
Finally, with fists clenched, hair messy, and shoulders tense, you step forward until youre standing in front of the nurse who is holding your son. He is now standing from his position on the bed and looking awkwardly between the sleeping child in his arms and you.