I came back from a business trip, and the first thing my seven-year-old son said was, “Don’t go into my room.” Of course, I went in anyway.

marker because, according to him, every city needed a sky.

“What happened? Did you draw on the walls again?”

He shook his head so hard that tears filled his eyes.

“No.”

The fear in his voice wiped the smile from my face.

“Then what is it?”

He glanced nervously toward the hallway.

“I promised I wouldn’t let anyone in.”

I frowned.

“Promised WHO?”

He didn’t answer.continue reading …