I Got Home From the Oil Rig Two Weeks Early and Found My Eight-Year-Old Son Cooking Dinner for Strangers—The Messages He Never Sent Explained Everything.

Mom’s visit was good.

I laughed at something she said and then felt weird, but then it was okay.

I’m learning that you can feel two things at once.

Dad says that’s normal.

I’m ok.

I’m better than ok.

I’m home now.

I read it two times.