Our son began to recognize people

Our son began to recognize people That afternoon One of Vincent's young capos Brought documents to the estate He was barely twenty Wore a sharp black suit And gave me a respectful nod I put our son in the playpen And went to get bottled water When I returned Our son was pressed against the mesh Both hands reached toward the capo Fingers grasping as he babbled Drool running down his chin The capo froze. He stepped left with the documents And our son's hands followed He stepped right and our son followed again His chubby hands stayed raised like two tiny pistols The don's son thinks i'm someone else The capo looked at me for help Vincent came out of his office With a pen in his hand He glanced at them Took the documents and lifted our son Your father is right here Look carefully The man wearing this ring is your father Don't get it wrong Done if there's nothing else i'll leave And Rosa returned to the staff wing I went to the bathroom door for a towel And heard a voice Running water could not hide that serious tone Say Dada Dada I stood outside Gripping the towel and biting my lip The door opened His wet hair stuck to his forehead He held a black shampoo bottle He saw me froze Then walked past me with a blank face He set the bottle on the Counter much harder than usual What are you doing here Getting a towel The towels are in the linen closet I know Your Dota sounded good Keep practicing