IRC-Galleria

"Daddy, read me a story?" a small redheaded boy asked his father. He was so small in the huge bed. And with the days to come, he would look even smaller. He was so young and very ill, terminal.

Horatio smiled at his son. "What would you like to hear?" It pained him to see his son suffering like that. The knowledge of loosing another loved one pained him heavier than anything else. No parent should ever bury their child.

"This one daddy." The small boy said handing the heavy book to his father with great difficulty. Horatio took it quickly and still the small frame shook with the exertion. "I love you daddy."Horatio petted the soft hair under his fingers "I love you too bug." And he started to read.

The small boy listened with a smile on his face, his breathing was difficult, but he egged his father on.

"The father a-shudders, he speeds like the wind,
a-clutching his son, never looking behind,
he reaches his home at his horse's last breath -
but the face of his son now is shadowed by death."

The small boy looked at his father and rasped. "I love you daddy." With that the boy took his last breath.