My Son Called Her Mommy
It was even tucked away in a protective sleeve, with his handwriting on the back, "Shannon, my youth."
“Dan!” I rushed forward, grabbing my son from Shannon’s arms.
Dan turned to look at me but quickly pouted and averted his gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. He was just like his father—silent when angry, never expressing his feelings out loud but letting his discontent simmer underneath.
Was he upset because I’d been gone for too long on this trip?
Softening my tone, I spoke gently, “Dan, I’m back now. Let’s go home, okay?”