My name is Lawrence Tudgeman. I am twenty-three years old, and today is the end of an era in my life. My life is no longer my own. Instead, as of six hours ago, it belongs to a baby called Paul.
Wow, he looks just like Veronica! I can't believe I have a son, who I can teach and nurture and shape. What if I don't do it right?
But I have Veronica to tell me when I'm being an idiot. I get to watch him grow up like my father watched me, and I know I'll love every minute of it. Maybe I can even make sure he doesn't make some of the same mistakes, and someday, he'll be as happy with his wife as I am with mine.
Ever hopeful,
Lawrence Tudgeman.
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