On an overcast December morning, my mother gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
my mother addressed my father.
There is something that the doctor has just told me about Gabriel.
Dad sat down in a chair next to the hospital bed where my mother was lying. He was a steady man. But news delivered like that, and concerning his new baby could never be easy to take when standing.
He has a strong heart.
She waits for Dad’s response. But he does not know what to respond to.
Gabriel has Down’s syndrome.
“Daddy, will you love me?” Gabriel is ten years older.
A vision, perhaps.
My Dad has no answer.
My heart is breaking, Carol.
My dad replies to my mom in that white,
“I have loved and treasured Gabriel from that moment on.”