Brown eyes.

He had brown eyes, the color of the center of a tootsie roll pop, and a freckle on his cheek.

His bangs hung down over his perfect eyebrows, except for a scar from a cat scratch.

His hair was soft and brown, his smile sheepish.

His voice was like warm butter and his laugh was contagious.

His heart was warm and loving, his soul generous and kind.

His personality was sweet and fun, he was smart and he had drive.

The first heart a boy will break in his life, will always be his mother’s.

From the day he gets on the school bus, for the very first time, to many days after that…

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