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{  Unknown POV  }

His nightmares seem to be getting worse. I cannot find what the cause is and no matter what I do it seems I am not enough to cure them. I am not what he needs, or should I say who. There is no way that he remembers her, there is no possible way he misses her. Yet somehow I fear that it is her touch that he needs and not mine.

I hold his tiny body in my arms as I rock him back to sleep in his chair. His head slumps against my shoulder and I hear his breathing even out. I release the sigh I was holding and stand, taking both of us back to my room. I had been trying, with no prevail, to move him into his room. But night after night, the bad dreams woke him if he slept anywhere else.

At just 2.5 this sweet boy had been through more hurt than most do in a lifetime. I tried to make up for it, I spent all the time I could with him but I was not his mother. No, she doesn’t deserved to be called