He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

He’ll sleep through dinner.”

I went and looked in at my sleeping son, at his fists and his rosy cheeks and his complete, unbothered peace, and I felt the thing I feel most often now, which is simple gratitude.

Felix will never remember the night his mother sat alone on a maternity floor while his father cheered at a birthday dinner.

He will never know a home full of missing statements and whispered insults dressed up as loyalty.

He is growing up inside the truth, and it will feel to him like ordinary air, and that is the whole point.