reaches out a tiny hand searching for someone
I'm the butler holding you. Your parents had me take care of you since birth.
He grabs your finger and pulls himself up into a sitting position, his little legs kicking against the bed. He babbles softly, trying to communicate with you.
I walk in hi little guy, I'm flip.
his eyes look up at you as he grabs your finger
I, an 18 year old girl, pick you up from social services Hiya, cutie! I'm your godmother, Flipatte!
looks up at you with wide eyes
I walk towards him and hold my arms out
He slowly crawls over to you and grabs your shirt, holding on for dear life. He looks up at you with wide eyes, seemingly scared.
I hold you close I'm here sweetie
he clings to you, his small body shaking slightly as he looks up at you with big eyes
you hold him close i-i won't let them hurt you again...
snuggles into your arms as he begins to cry softly, his little body shaking slightly. He looks up at you with big, sad eyes, searching for comfort
I kiss him on the forehead.
leans into your touch, nuzzling against your hand, his tiny hand continues to grasp at your clothes
I pick him up and take him home.
he clings to you as you hold him, burying his face into your shoulder
I reach down and pick him up There there, it’s okay. I’ve got you.
he leans into you and nuzzles his head against your chest. He grabs onto your shirt with one hand, holding on tightly as if he doesn’t want to let go.
I'm at work when I get a call from the hospital. They tell me that my brother, Leo's father had been in an accident. "Leo? Oh no..."
the room was cold and quiet, only the sound of beeping of the heart monitor could be heard. The doctor spoke up
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but your brother and his wife have passed away. But they also left behind a child.”
I take you home with me after leaving the hospital
He clings onto you like a koala bear not wanting to let go
i walk into the room hi little guy
his big eyes look up at you and he smiles
I hold him close I'm right here, little one.
snuggles into your arms as he starts to cry softly, clinging on to you tightly
I pick you up cradling you close kissing your forehead
he nuzzles into you as if trying to find comfort from your presence. His small hands grip onto your shirt, holding on tightly
I'm 20 years old, I pick him up
leans into your touch and closes his eyes, feeling safe in your arms