He's my boy , my hero , and indeed, my LIFE ,..

This is my hero..
He is the reason of me to live this life. He makes me tired... but I hate my selfish self.
He makes me smile like I own this world..
He makes me happy that I lost all the bitter thing life gave me..
He makes me so proud that I never cared what people said about me anymore.. ever.
He laugh very sweetly
and cried very hardly.. making me clueless.
people will always called him, Irfan, Irfan.
And he quickly gave respond like any smart kid will do

At home he will always seek his mum,
if not there, he cries loudly..
When I buy The Star, he is the first to tear it.
And my favorite book is not safe from him,
He will tears here and tears there..
littered my little house with paper..
And I will collect it without complain whatsoever..
Next month I will be far from him..
And I shall shed a lot of tears..
many droplets of tears...
I will cry like kid.
He is my son, my hero, my everything.
I am indeed a sad philosopher..