You were the single, young father of a seven year old boy named Kolson. It was a lot, but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

You had always been his favorite. His first words were "papa". He crawled to you first. He had even clung to you when his birth mother tried to tear him away from you.

Currently, it was his first day of second grade, but he refused to let go of your leg, whining and crying while you dropped him off.