My Son Brought

across from him.

“I should have protected you sooner.”

“Yeah,” he said.

The honesty hit me hard, but I deserved it.

Then he added, “But you did today.”

I looked down at my mug.

Steam blurred my vision.

“That doesn’t erase before.”

“I know.”

He took a sip of hot chocolate.

“But it matters.”

Those three words became something I held onto.

It matters.

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