local neighbourhood. He got to keep $10 of every sale. The entrepreneur in me approved. After my son and I walked away with our calendar, we stood at the corner waiting for the light to change.
Hot tears rolled into my favourite scarf. I was grateful that I had $20 to spend without a second thought; that I had a warm house nearby; that we were having salmon for dinner—with friends; and that my kid was holding my hand at that moment, even though he doesn’t let me do that on the way to school anymore.My boy looked up at me, with pride, his eyes saying to me, “Oh mom, I love that you feel things.” He did not say, “It’s okay, the man will be okay.” Because we both knew he may not be very okay.
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