“Mommy’s home!”
My son’s excited voice cuts through my thoughts, welcoming me home. Donning a small smile, I crouch and extend my arms for a hug.
“Come here, baby,” I laugh as he flies into my arms, nearly knocking me backwards.
I ruffle his wispy blond hair and nuzzle into the crook of his tiny neck, taking in a huge, calming breath. He smells like Cheetos and left over pancakes but it’s comforting, especially after a crazy day.
“Oh sweetie, you’re back.” I look up to see my mom shuffle over. She’s in her signature home wear– a comfy mismatched sweatshirt and sweatpants pair.
“How was your first day?” She inquires kindly.
That simple question quenches the momentary peace I felt seconds ago.
How was my first day? Emotionally draining.
Meeting Neal again after three years, him mis
