Last night my son hit me, and I didn’t cry. This morning I laid out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast tacos, and waited for him to come downstairs, believing he had finally broken me. Diego smiled when he saw me in the kitchen and said, “So you learned your lesson.” But his smile died the moment he saw his father sitting at my table. And he hadn’t even seen the brown folder yet.
The smile died on his face so fast that, for a split second, he looked like a child again. But only for a second. Then his jaw tightened, he glared …
Last night my son hit me, and I didn’t cry. This morning I laid out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast tacos, and waited for him to come downstairs, believing he had finally broken me. Diego smiled when he saw me in the kitchen and said, “So you learned your lesson.” But his smile died the moment he saw his father sitting at my table. And he hadn’t even seen the brown folder yet. Read More