I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.
I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.
My kid needs me. I owe him.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
Even the right decisions can feel wrong in the moments after you make them.
I endured the rest of the class in stunned silence and never came back.
To not do so is to not treat my son like a human.
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
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