C27 Is this my child

Is this my child?

Her hand was in mine, and I especially cherished that light touch, even the air around that night, the feeling of sitting with her, every inch of that time afraid that it would slip away so quickly, and I truly felt what love was, love a person, even if it was just to see her, smell her, and be extremely excited.

The lights came in from the outside and shone on her face