A song fic based off Elvis's "In the Ghetto". This song always reminded of Dallas's. Here's a little taste:
ANGRY YOUNG MAN
a poor little baby child is born
[prologue]
November 9th, 1948
Snow fell down from the dark sky, the first snowfall of the year. It was a late November night, a little past eleven. An abundance of nurses and doctors crowded around a small hospital bed where a woman was lid. Her face was contorted in pain and a doctor urged her to keep going, to keep pushing. The woman grunted and groaned but eventually a new sound was heard: the cry of a newborn baby. All the doctors and nurses grinned with joy at the baby they had just born but the woman looked anything but relieved.
"It's a boy!" One of the doctors said, sliding the baby into his mother's arms.
The woman began to cry, holding the baby tightly to her chest. But these were not tears of happiness; the woman did not have the resources to provide for a child, she hardly had the resources to provide for herself. That realization was a hard one to swallow.
The woman was asleep when a nurse came in with documents stuffed under her arm. The woman's eyes fluttered open and she sat up when she saw the nurse, who gave her a polite smile.
"I've just got some things for you to fill out, if you're up for it. I know you had a hard labor."
The woman agreed and grabbed the pen and papers from the nurse. She scribbled down all the necessary information in a hurry. Her body ached and her mind was pleading with her to go back to sleep.
She handed everything back to the nurse who was waiting patiently. The nurse flipped through everything quickly, checking for errors. When she deemed everything up to par, she looked back at the woman with a nod.
"Dallas Vincent Winston," the nurse read softly off the birth certificate. "A wonderful name."
"I named him after my daddy," the woman said, already back on the verge of sleep. "The first and last good man I ever knew."
"What about his daddy?" The nurse gestured to the baby.
"He ain't nobody to me." The woman said just above a whisper as slumber finally came and took her.
The nurse quietly made her way over to the baby, who was curled up in a blue fleece blanket. The only sound from him was his tiny breaths to let the nurse know he was alive. She ran a hand over his head and smiled as the baby curled into the warmth of her hand.
"I'm gonna be prayin' for you, Dallas."