I hate it when a story gets me all weepy-eyed over a dang robot. Which is a back-handed way of saying this was a poignant story which really jerks at the heart-strings of us weak-kneed, mom types.
Well done.
On the other hand,
James didn't feel like signing in as himself so I shall dictate (trying not to feel the shame that he is so male he can be a moron, at times).
The first time I read it, I skimmed. It still pulled on my heart strings. (Elisabeth notes: but he said all the jerky, moronic things the second time he read it, over my shoulder)
The second time I read it, I thought, "Hmmm... This must be before Tempus goes back and steals the baby. Though I can see HG Wells cooing at the silly baby.
James
who forgot to say, "Good story.
Yeah."
