M.(Josiah<3)E.J.

I walk through the door. My eyes adjust to the dim room. Inside I see the two of them. The smallest one raises his hand out of the bundle of blankets. I run to the cooing little bundle. I hold him and stare into is big gray-green eyes. Tiny tears for the tiny one. I missed the beginning of his story, I hope I never see the end. He puts his small hand to my nose and smiles his toothless smile. My nephew. Josiah. Joy.