Crying but Silent
― Last night, I awoke to a crying baby, it was AJ. He was in his room really crying. I went to his room and opened the door to find my almost two-year-old crying his eyes out and holding his pillow just standing at the door waiting for me to come. Once the door was open, he walked passed me, down the hall, through the living room, through the kitchen, and into the computer room, where he stopped to stare at the computer chair his daddy would normally be sitting in, that is if it wasn't the [...].
