My Son Brought

The silence grew teeth.

Finally, my father said, “That’s a ridiculous question.”

“No, it isn’t,” Caleb said. “What does she love about me? What do you love about me? Not because I’m Mom’s son. Not because you’re supposed to. Me.”

My father looked furious now, but beneath it, I saw panic.

He could have said anything.

Your kindness.

Your work ethic.

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