The word hit Eugene like a truck.
He was unable to find the words to say to… actually he had no idea what the boy’s name even was.
“No, I'm not your dad,” Eugene said.
The kid, looked so distraught. A single tear ran down his face. The kid turned away from Eugene abruptly.
“No, no. Shhh. Shhh. I’m sure your father is alright.” He soothed.
The boy turned on his back and muttered. He was always muttering.
Eugene didn't know what else to do at that point, so he just sang a song.
This is the tale of a broken doll
She was fixed by a tailor at the age of 3
She was loved by a little girl whose name was Anna Lee
Maybe like the doll, the kid could be fixed.