Father, Please.
Now my temper flares, she didn’t say it in a way that says she is horrified by the situation, she says this like she was rubbing it in my face that her family is complete.
“Actually, what’s troubling is your kid, he is yours right?”
She instinctively steps in front of him.
“I had him before I became a nun. Before the Lord saved me.”
“Oh, I don’t care about that trust me. But what is troubling is what your son is watching on his iPad. I saw it and asked the Lord for mercy.” I throw on an exaggerated horrified look.
She cast a wary glance at her son and his iPad, and back at me.
“The Lord who saved you, can save him. I believe.” I say as dramatically as I can.