Kelvin woke up at the c***k of dawn, bursting with excitement. I could hear him rummaging through his suitcase from the next room. By the time I stepped into the small guest room, Kelvin had clothes strewn across the bed. He turned around holding two shirts, one blue and one red, and looked at me with wide, expectant eyes.
“Mom, which one do you think my dad will like better?” he asked earnestly.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, keeping my expression calm. “You’ll look great in either, sweetheart. Pick the one you feel the most comfortable in.”
Kelvin held the shirts up in front of the mirror, tilting his head thoughtfully before deciding on the red one. “This one! Red is cool, right? It’s one of my favorite colors. Do you think it’ll be his too?”
I smiled faintly. “Maybe. You can as
