Dancing

Krish and I are in his room. The music in the background is Andrea Bocelli. My son is looking at me and occasionally smiling. As I look at him, his face crumbles and he starts to cry. I pick him up and start to dance. I'm dancing with my son. His chest is on mine and I hold his hand up and it's one-together, two-together and spin. I'm dancing with my son. I think that one day I'll dance with him at his wedding reception. I cry. Don't grow up too fast son.