her voice a little shaky. “Mommy has to go away for a while.”
Then Grandma, bless her heart, had to explain. “Your mom… she met someone. He’s a good man, but… he doesn’t want children.” The words were like a physical blow, even to my five-year-old self. He doesn’t want children. Meaning, he didn’t want me. Meaning, I was the reason she couldn’t have continue reading …
