Colm
"Hey Papa,'' I walk into my parents' room and my papa looks up from the book in his grasp. He smiles as I walk over to the bed and lie down next to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and his smile widens.
"I have missed clingy Colm," he pulls me closer to him and I squeeze him higher.
My papa is everything to me. I would choose him over anything and anyone.
He strokes my hair back and then kisses my forehead. I don't always act this way, so he knows that something is bothering me. My papa is the strongest man I know. Even more than my dad. I aspire to be like him.
I love him to death.
"What's wrong sweet boy?" He whispers as if he doesn't want anyone to be in on our conversation. He likes the one on ones I have with him. It is our thing and no one else is invited.
