I Found His Real Mom, But He Broke Down
Language: en
I was choosing my tenth anniversary gift when my son’s preschool called. His teacher said he’d fought over a story he wrote. I picked him up, his face full of hurt pride, and took him home. After calming him, I opened his notebook. The title was shakily written: My Real Mom and My Fake Mom. “The fake mom takes care of me and Daddy. She’s our unpaid maid.” “My real mom works far away. Her job is to love me and Daddy.” My hands turned cold holding the paper. Just then, my husband Simon came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. He hugged me from behind. “What did our boy write this…