Amira's POV

As I gazed at his beautiful face, time seemed to stand still; he was perfect in every way, and I thanked the gods above for allowing me to see him. With a small smile on his lips, his tiny hands reached up to wipe away my never-ending tears. Even at the age of five, he seemed to mature far too quickly. His eyes met mine, and I could tell he didn't hate me like I expected, but there was love in his eyes that showed how much he yearned to see me after all these years.

"I'm so sorry," My vision blurred again as I stroked his face....