But he grew up surrounded by love.
My love.Doors & Windows
His name is Daniel.
From the moment he was born, he had the calmest eyes I had ever seen. Even as a baby, he looked at the world like he was trying to understand it.
As he grew older, he asked questions.
Children always do.
“Where’s my dad?”
“Why don’t we see Grandpa?”
For years, I kept the answers simple. I didn’t want him growing up with anger in his heart.
“Sometimes adults make mistakes,” I would say.
And Daniel would just nod.Generational healing books
He never pushed too hard.
Time moves faster than you think.
One moment you’re holding a newborn, and the next moment you’re helping him move his tassel from one side of his graduation cap to the other.
Daniel turned eighteen on a quiet spring morning.
We had breakfast together at the little diner where I had worked for nearly fifteen years. The owner, Mrs. Collins, brought him a slice of chocolate cake with a candle on top.
“Make a wish,” she said.
Daniel smiled but didn’t tell anyone what he wished for.
Later that evening, when we were sitting in the car outside our apartment, he turned to me and said something that made my heart stop.
