I can’t help it, the first thing I thought of when I thought of mine was my son. From the moment I found out I was pregnant he was mine. All through his childhood I photographed his every smile and accomplishment. He was mine. I knew one day someone else would come along and steal his heart, but the little boy would always be mine. He is a grown man now and not so much mine anymore… and that’s the way isupposed to be. He now has a wife and a son with curly blond hair, a winning smile and I know he looks at him and wonders “he’s mine!”
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