“Mom, why doesn’t Dad come home anymore?” Danny asked one night as I tucked him into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say.
I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad had to go away for a while, sweetheart. But I’m here.”
He looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes.
A little boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney
“Do you still love him?” he asked. How do you explain the truth to a child, that the person they look up to has broken your family? “I love you, Danny,” I said, evading the question.
“And that’s all that matters.”
