Thirty years to choose my words. I've been watching him. Thirty years of mother's pride. He's everything I hoped he would become. A brave, kind, intelligent, loyal man. A man who has grown to be beautiful inside and out. I step towards him. Thirty years. Finally, we can see each other again. My baby. A man. I've had thirty years to choose my words. I'm speechless. My mind is blank. All I can think is that he's grown so much, grown so well. I reach out , touch him gently, just making sure he's real. I'm speechless. I say everything. THE END