Four years old and Evan's graduating pre-K.
Backstage watching him fidget in his tiny cap and gown, and all I can think is when did he stop being my baby?
"Mama, is Daddy coming?" Third time asking.
"He's already here, sweetheart. I saw him in the audience."
His whole face lights up. "Good."
Six months since I told Caleb he has two years to prove himself. Six months of weekly family dinners. Six months of him showing up without fail. Six months of feeling like maybe, just maybe, this could actually work.
Six months of falling.
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The ceremony is pure chaos. Twenty four-year-olds in caps and gowns attempting to sing in unison. Evan stands in the front row scanning the audience until he spots Caleb.
Then his face transforms. Pure joy.
I'm sitting three seats away from Caleb but
