The Revenge of One Humiliated
your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, and I cry, I cry like I haven't cried in six years, since that night when she left without saying goodbye to me, without telling me her name, without telling me she was taking with her a part of me I would never find again, or that I might find again, one day, if I searched for her enough, if I loved her enough, if I believed enough that love, sometimes, can do more than fear, more than time, more than everything, and today, today I find that part of me again, I find it in my son's arms, in his words, in his tears, in his love, in what he is, in what he will be, in what he teaches me to be, a