Why Does He Call You Mommy
Language: en
It was Children’s Day, and for the first time, my wife, Camille, had actually agreed to help me pick up our daughter from school. Lucy had been begging for weeks, and Camille had finally relented, though she looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. As the teacher led Lucy out, she caught Camille’s eye and paused, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. “Oh, Lucy’s mom! You’re finally here for her,” the teacher said, her tone carrying a hint of casual judgment. “It’s funny—whenever you’re picking up your son, you’re here thirty minutes early, rain or shine. I was starting to wonder if…