Rings of Honor

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“Stop right there, you’re not taking my son.” John announced as he burst in from the back porch. “Relax man, this isn’t a kidnapping. I’m taking him to his mother’s vigil,” I informed him as I picked up the four year old from his (my) bed. Looking down into a set of eyes that were my own was a littl...