Surrogate home

My son’s new room had been transformed into a child’s dream. Toys and stuff bears were neatly arranged in the corner. Even the somewhat large bed was taken out. What sat in its place was a small fancy one for a growing child. The walls too were redone with bright colors.

I stood speechless, unable to decide how I felt about all of it. Alex laid sleeping soundly in the dim light, a teddy bear clutched to his chest.

I was gone for a little over two hours. When did they do all of this?

The child stirred. Like he felt me in the room. He opened his eyes halfway before rubbing on it. Then he sat up.

"Mommy…”

“Yes, baby,” I moved to sit on the small, fluffy bed, and he climbed unto my arms.

“I’ve got new toys. Uncle Jake let me talk to daddy on the phone. He was busy. And he wished he could be here." He sounded sleepy but very happy.

“Is that so? Do you like your new bedroom… and toys?” I asked him.

“Yes, mommy. Say hello to biscuits. He’s fwends with stuaws.”

He holds out the brand new ted