“My son”

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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