He spotted us from the stage and grinned so widely that several other parents turned to look.

Afterward, we took photographs beneath the paper stars.

Tommy wanted one with me, one with his father, and one with all three of us.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“You’re both my parents.”

Mark stood beside us.

There was an awkward second when neither of us knew where to put our hands.