“Do I look handsome, Mommy?”
“You look like the most powerful superhero in the whole world,” I said as I brushed his damp curls, keeping my promise not to tug.
He grinned, teeth still slightly crooked from babyhood. “And you look like the best mommy ever.”
Tears threatened to sting my eyes. Every day, he reminded me of how far we’d come.
Once he was ready, I quickly got dressed, a simple blouse, black slacks, white coat already in my hand, and then packed his lunch, grabbed both our bags, and we headed down to the car.
It was my car. Mine.
A dark blue SUV I’d bought three months ago. New. Paid off in full. I’d cried the day I drove it off the lot. Not because of the car, but because it meant independence. Stability. The life I’d once only dreamed of.
Now I had it.
As I buckled Liam
