Disclaimer: I own the baby and nobody else in this chapter
Roger sat by his daughter's side. He thought he would cry. Down syndrome. She would never be able to be like a normal child. She would always have struggles.
Baby mine don't you cry
Baby mine dry your eyes
Rest your head next to my heart
Never to part baby of mine
As Roger sang to the little girl he could swear he saw a smile cross her face. 'How could she have down syndrome' he thought to himself, 'she seems so bright'. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth. All he knew was that he loved her. She was his baby and she was his world.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
It didn't matter that she was imperfect. It didn't even matter to him that she had Down syndrome. She was the most perfect baby that he had ever seen. He never felt love like this before, ever. Even his love for April didn't compare to this.
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All the same people who'll scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
From you're head down to your toes
You're not much goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be
Baby of mine