C319 My Child

My child, but I have never held him, nor fed him, let alone cared for him, but my heart is soft, tightly held, looking at the thick little quilt, want to pull it away to see ah.

It turns out that I care for this child even more than I thought. If I can't see him, I'll always tell myself that it's okay, that I don't have a high status, that the child won't miss me