And Daniel’s been asking questions I don’t know how to answer yet.
About his dad.
About why he doesn’t have one like his friends do.”
“What have you told him?”
“That his dad was sick.
That he loved Daniel even though he never got to meet him.
That sometimes people leave before they mean to.” She paused.
“I don’t know if that’s right.
I’m making it up as I go.”
“I think that’s what everyone does.”
She smiled at that — a real smile, tired around the edges.
From the living room: “Mama, the rocket fell.”
“Build it again, baby.”
A pause.
“Okay.”
We looked at each other across the table.
“I don’t know what this looks like going forward,” I said.
“I have a daughter coming in three weeks.
My life is — I’m rebuilding everything.
But I don’t want to make a promise and disappear.
