Kid:
Most men run.
They run for the hills, not throwing me one last glance.
I stand there either baffled or in udder shock. The typical phrase I use at some point, becoming less and less typical.
A little one usually tugs on my hand each time asking: why'd they leave? or when will they come back? And in totally honesty?
Who knows? But that's fine.
Yes, I have a child. I'm twenty-two and I have a child. Sue me.
Pregnant at eighteen to the man I thought who would love me forever; ended up not loving me forever.
But still...it's fine.
That's why he's around. To love, my daughter and I.
And I can't grasp or even fathom how incredible it is to have him in my life.
All the heart breaks, runaways and flat out disapproving looks to being a young woman especially with a child, didn't–doesn't matter anymore.
I've learned to except my beautiful sunshine of a daughter, he's learned to except my beautiful sunshine of a daughter.
There's not much to say;
Words can't describe the absolute love I have for Shima Renzō.
He loves me.
He didn't run away.
For that I'm grateful.
So, thank you Shima-Kun, for loving my kid and I.
FIN.
