I Left My Son with My Ex for Just One Day, but When I Found Him Alone, Crying at the Bus Stop, I Realized Something Was Terribly Wrong
Folks say Alabama heat belongs to July, but mine lived under my collar year-round as I raised Noah on diner shifts and office mops. His daddy, Travis, blew in and out of responsibility like bad weather, but Noah stayed steady—six years old, all elbows and sunshine, pointing at my grays and calling them “sparkles.” The…
