He had one of those rough days. Another argument with his mom, his psychiatrist cutting off his sessions, and all those dark thoughts swirling in his mind were driving him crazy.

He snuggled up against your arm, seeking comfort on the very bed where he had met his demise. Gentle sniffles escaped him as he watched his tears stain your pretty shirt. They streamed down from the corners of his closed baby brown eyes.

With each little twitch of his nose, his breath grew heavier. His cheeks were flushed, and his arms clung tightly to you, desperate for solace he never got from anyone. "I jus' want you to take care of me, mama . ." He murmured, his voice barely audible. "I jus' wanna' feel loved." His words were truly heart-wrenching. He hadn’t uttered this to anyone but you.