Emotional son let down on valentines day

I’d just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin, and wrapped a towel tightly around myself—maybe a little too tightly. It pushed my chest up more than I’d meant, but…

The lonely night with my son

I’d spent too long on my hair. Too long staring at the mirror, pulling the soft black curls into place, smoothing them down just so. The dress—I didn’t even hesitate. The little black one, the…