“Sweet Ollie, you can drop the Miss. Just call me Braelyn.” He picks something up from the ground, cradling it in his little palm. “What about Mom?” Fresh tears pool in my stinging eyes. “W-what?” He opens his hand, revealing a silver bracelet. He lifts the piece up within reach. “Can I call you that?” A large heart charm stands out against the chain. Engraved in the center is one word. Beyond meaningful. Extremely special. Irreplaceable. And granted to me as the greatest gift. Mommy.
