There are moments in parenting that never quite leave us — not because they’re perfect, but because they reveal the raw, unspoken love between parent and child.
For me, that moment began on what was supposed to be a happy evening — a simple mother-son dinner at my twelve-year-old’s school. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. I’d rearranged my work schedule, picked out a nice dress, and imagined us laughing over dinner, trading stories about school projects and weekend plans.
