The Beginning
Caleb and I had been together for 15 years, eight of them married.
I knew he was special from the day we met at a lively college party. He wasn’t trying to stand out or speak louder than everyone else; he smiled, laughed at other people’s silly jokes, and yet, somehow, he noticed me.
We fell in love almost instantly. Sure, it wasn’t all perfect, but we built something real together. True happiness arrived with the birth of our son, Lucas. The first time I held him in my arms, his small, red, and tearful face made my heart almost burst with love. Caleb cried even more and said it was the best day of his life.
He kept his word: he became not only a father, but a true partner. For him, taking care of Lucas wasn’t “helping” or “doing a favor”; we were a team.
The Conflict
Not everyone saw it that way. His mother, Helen, always made cutting remarks:
“Isn’t that curious? In our family, the children always resemble their parents. Caleb is dark-haired, with strong features. Lucas, on the other hand, is blond, with enormous blue eyes.”
Caleb always interrupted her:
“He takes after his mother. It’s that simple.”
