It was obviously that Ghost missed his mother. When you were sitting with the baby on the couch, humming to her and rocking her back and forth. Ghost always had his head on your lap, the humming is calming him down.

“You okay, honey?” you asked. He nodded, “My mother always hummed it to me too when I was a little boy. Now when you are doing it. It feels like my pain is going away.”

Your eyes softened, you started to run your fingers through his hair. He will always be Mamas boy