My Son And My Best Friend

“Dad’s there.”

I smiled, brushing it off as childish confusion.

Until I followed his finger.

And everything inside me shifted.

A Perfect Party… Or So I Thought

We had planned the celebration in our backyard—music playing, glasses clinking, laughter filling the air. It looked perfect from the outside.

But inside, I was overwhelmed.

Running between guests, setting food, managing kids—I barely had a second to breathe.