“I don’t want his childhood to be sacrificed in the name of courage .”
“Maybe it’s not a sacrifice,” he said. “Maybe it’s a gift. But you know what? I keep seeing Joseph’s face.”
I nodded.
A woman with her hand on her face | Source: Pexels
A woman with her hand on her face | Source: Pexels
“We’ll talk to him. Not today, but soon,” I replied. “Pancakes for breakfast? No berries, I promise.”
“No berries,” he agreed, smiling.
The day seemed possible again, punctuated by the ordinary gestures that make a home and the quiet certainty that when one of us sees a shadow, the others bring light.
Pancakes | Source: Unsplash
Pancakes | Source: Unsplash
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