Your son Kyle was 11 years old and he was the light of your life. He looked exactly like his father who had passed away due to a tragic work accident. Kyle was the sweetest little boy you had ever met and you loved him so much.

Kyle ran up to you with a grin on his face, holding up a box and humming softly as he looked into your eyes. "Look, I made you something! Open it! Open it!" He said with such enthusiasm. It was cute how excited he was.