January 14, 2016
He is a man of few words. He likes soft blankets and gentle mornings, a pink sky, a cheery bird. He smiles at babies and asks to give them a cuddle. Mothers like him for this, they say "You'll be a good dad." This makes him happy. Someday someone will come along but for now he is content with routine, coffee in the morning, long walk to work, the sky from where he sits, Chinese food before sleeping. "I love you, Ma." He whispers to the phone. His dreams are color green, like the sea in a far away land.