My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

careful, pale around the mouth.

“Mom,” he said, “is Daniel Mercer my dad?”

I should’ve been ready for that moment.

I wasn’t.

“Yes.”

He nodded once, quick. Like he’d suspected the answer and only needed it set down in front of him.

Then he looked at my father.

“Are you my grandpa?”

Dad made a sound that barely counted as a word. “Yes.”

Noah thought about that.continue reading …