Having an unexpected son added to his life, his own biological child, suddenly slowed down Amos Smith's busy pace.
He disrupted his original life rhythm, incorporating spending time with his son into his schedule.
"Bartley, come here."
Unclear about his son's preferences, Amos had Manson buy a variety of toys.
"Which one do you want to open first?"
The little guy hesitantly ran towards him, but when he heard the question, his eyes lit up instantly.
"Are all these for me?"
"Yes."
After more than three years, Amos finally managed a faint smile.
The little guy seemed genuinely happy, picking through the pile of gifts and finally hugging a remote-controlled airplane.
"Dad, I want to open this one."
"Okay."
Amos softened his tone involuntarily, explained the various parts of the toy patiently after opening the box, and then installed the batteries in the remote before getting up from the sofa.
"Let's go play outside."
