I remember the day when Jason's son, Joey was born. Jason was 23, too young in my eyes to become a parent, even though I was only 18. Anyways, when Joey was born, Jason was so excited, I thought he was going to pass out. He wanted to call every one, but he couldn't remember their numbers. He was so proud of his son, he had the biggest smile with all the tears. The sad part of this story, is that Jason missed out on all the years of raising Joey, (Joey was 4 years old when Jason died). The good part is, Joey looks identical to Jason, like they were twins. This is the first thing that came to my mind, when I saw this section about write a story, strange, huh?