The Right Questions

My son Nick recently had an appointment to take his senior high school photos. Since He’s been driving for nearly a year, and seldom wants my company or advice, I figured he’d get himself to the portrait studio. Until he texted me at my office the day before, in the late afternoon.

“You’re coming with me tomorrow, right?”

“No,” I responded, slightly annoyed at the interruption. “I have to work”.

“I think parents are supposed to come,” he texted back. A bell went off.

“Are you nervous?”

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