Guilt Of Heart

I showed him the video of Penny when she had taken her first step. I had a separate folder where I had stashed away all her childhood pictures for my old boring days. Currently, we were in his treehouse and I was showing him all of Penny's childhood pictures.

In the current video, her round chubby face was split into a wide grin as she lumbered toward me. Her smile carried a sense of triumph. This was her first walk. My eyes teared up as I reminisced about the day.

I recounted to him, "She didn't give up until she reached me."

I glanced at him for a response only to find him completely taken by the video. Tears in his eyes, a proud smile on his lips. A mixture of awe and guilt overtook me. He should have been there. He should have experienced these moments with me. Penny is his first child too. I had snatched something so precious from him in my stupidity. I felt an immense sense of shame. Tears leaped down my eyes. And to think I was planning to hide Penny from him for the rest o