I gave him everything he wanted.
And everything he needed.
I thought that would be enough.
I thought that would make him happy.
But I was wrong.
It wasn’t enough.
Once he’d gotten a taste for it.
Once I’d began spoiling him there was no stopping the wants.
He wanted more.
It seemed like he needed more.
It’s my fault.
I know it is.
But I can’t help it.
He’s my son.
And I love him.
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