I like to think I did a fine job raising my boy, he really is a good boy. He loves his momma like every boy should but like all children he tended to get into a bit of trouble, I remember the first time he came home with trouble following behind him. My boy comes through the front door wearing his baseball uniform, on account he loves baseball and i signed him up for it, but anyways he comes home with blood on his uniform. I started crying when I saw him I thought he might have been hurt. I picked up the phone and began to dial 911 when i noticed there were no cuts on him or any signs of injury. I ask him "Baby, what happened?" He answers "One of the other kids was bad mouthing you momma, and I didn't like that, so I took a baseball bat and hit him in the head with it. And i just kept hitting him until he stopped breathing." At first I was shocked to hear this but knowing he did that for me, i couldn't help but feel the love he had for me go straight into my heart. So I wiped some of the blood off his face, amd kissed him on the forehead and told him, "You are such a good boy"
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