My Son Brought

shrugged.

“Anywhere that doesn’t feel like here.”

I sat down slowly.

That sentence might have hurt me once. I might have heard rejection in it.

Now I heard life.

“Then we’ll make a plan,” I said.

He looked up.

“We?”

“If you want help.”

He smiled.

“I do.”

So we made a plan.

Not a fantasy. A real one.

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