2: He hates thunder. Tell him it’s just the angels bowling.
I slide out of bed. My joints pop like I’m 90, not 30. In the hallway mirror, I catch a glimpse of the stranger staring back. No hair. Just a soft beanie. Leo calls me his “Super Mom.” He thinks it’s cool. I laugh with him, but at night, when the beanie comes off, I see the truth. I see the continue reading …
