The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

way than he’d been invisible in his mother’s house, but invisible nonetheless.

“Does it bother you?” I asked him once when I noticed him eating lunch alone at the school picnic. “That you don’t have a lot of friends?”

He shrugged. “I have you. And I have my books. That’s enough.”

But I could see the loneliness in his eyes sometimes, and it broke my heart continue reading …