Micah knew he felt sorry for a lot things. Especially, he was sorry he couldn't understand certain things.
It was always fun with Sally. He loved her smile. Her energy. But was that enough to call it love?
Being a dad was a lot to accept. He'd never known his real family and suddenly, he had his own. It was a lot more work than anyone would ever tell him. Getting up at nights with the baby. Trying to make ends meet. He had two jobs now, working at the grocery store and delivering food.
He felt drained, with no time to spend on writing music or even thinking about playing his bass guitar.
If that wasn't enough, something was troubling him about Sally. Perhaps, it was just being a mother, but he was certain it was something else. He didn't think it was anything to do with living with her parents.
No way could they afford a place of their own. What if they were stuck? What if they never went anywhere? It was hard not to be envious of his friends. It was so much harder to be happy than he ever knew.
He knew his friend Diago would have embraced a situation like this. Why couldn't he be more like him?
He was beginning to think he was good for nothing, but then he'd watch the baby do something, and it was fascinating. Yes, he never knew someone so innocent would be his only hope, to go on with the future.
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