I Thought Sending My Son to His Father Was the Right Choice—Until I Realized He Needed Me More Than Ever

on my own bedside table. Pencil writing, slightly shaky. Thanks for seeing me. Even when I didn’t say anything. You’re the best, Mom.

I sat on the edge of my bed and held that note like it was something sacred.

Robotics Club

About a month later, Mason stood in the kitchen after school, backpack slung over one shoulder. “Hey, Mom? Would it be okay if I continue reading …