"Alright…"
Dylan rolled over, turning his back to Julian Donovan as he lay in bed. He sighed silently to himself. 'When I'm sick and weak like this, I really wish Mom could be here with me. Just like when my stomach used to hurt, she would gently rub it for me. Before I found her, I didn't have any hope, but now that I have, I just want to see her every day.'
'I really want to move in with Mom, eat the food she cooks, see her smile, and have her lull me to sleep at night. But... would that be too cruel to Dad? He's poured all his love into me these past three years.'
'Thinking this, he quickly tried to talk himself out of it. No! I can't be like this. After all, Mom has a new life now. I don't even know if that man knows she has a child. I shouldn't be so selfish and ruin her life.'
Julian Donovan glanced at Dylan's small, lonely back as he lay on the bed, then turned and walked out.
