I saw my son the night before — after he came home late from being out with friends. I was up…waiting? He fixed his usual late night snack to bring to his room.
He didn’t put on the light in the kitchen so from my position lying on the sofa he looked physically shadowed as he stood on the other side of the breakfast bar. He seemed cloudy… grey…? I wondered at the time about his mood. But I wondered every day about his mood. I wish I had wondered aloud to him. But at least I got to tell him goodnight. His dad was already in bed. He had seen his oldest son, his namesake, for the last time, he just didn’t know it yet.
