Sharon McKinzie's husband's first love was dying.
He often said to Sharon, “Sharon, Kelly doesn't have much time left. Don't be petty and hold things against her.”
To make up for the regrets of his past, he traveled with Kelly—through mountains and rivers, beneath starlit skies and over distant seas.
He even handed over the wedding they had planned—his and Sharon's—to Kelly Walt, without shame or hesitation.
Even their five-year-old son clung to Kelly.
“Mommy isn't even half as pretty as Kelly,” he said. “Kelly's pretty. Why can't Kelly be my mommy?”
Sharon decided to grant them their wish. She left behind the divorce papers and walked away without a word.
Later, her ex-husband and son knelt before her—her ex-husband full of regret, her son's cheeks streaked with tears.
«Honey… please come back to us.»
«Mommy… do you really not want us anymore?»
Just then, a handsome man wrapped his arm around Sharon's waist.
“There you are, honey,” he said gently. “Our son's still at home, waiting for you to feed him.”
