“…But your father loves you. So much, Sweetie. He will always be proud of you. Always.” “I don’t want to tell him,” I said. Mom studied me. “But how does not telling him feel?” “Awful.” She gave me a watery smile. “Rock, meet hard place.” “We are already acquainted.” At that, my mother actually laughed. “Oh, Mikey. Just breathe. It’s okay. Everything is okay.”
