I remember when my son was born. It was the happiest day of my life by far. I was so proud. I had tears of joy. My son came and strengthened me .

 I remember when my son started saying his first words. He was so adorable. I remember when he started walking. He used to cling to the back of my leg as I walked around the room . He used to laugh the cutest. He used to have the biggest bright brown eyes . He had curly brown hair that was long when he was small he even liked Sesame Street when it was on. He loved his brothers and sister.

  When he would get in trouble i would try to punish him for what he would do wrong, but I always let him go. He always used to tell me he Loved me That meant more to me than anything in this world.

  I remember when he reached adolescence I used to let him get out of trouble all the time I spoilt him to the fullest. But still he was a good son and knowing that I was his mom was awesome to me it meant more than the whole world to me

 I remember that last day i ever heard or saw him again there are no words to explain this pain the knowing that He never came home that day It was the saddest day of my life by far.