Caleb pov
My throat closed up completely. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, could barely breathe. He remembered me. My son remembered me.
"Hi, Tom," Maya said gently, sitting down next to him. "Remember how I told you we were meeting someone today? This is Caleb. He's Mommy's friend, and he wanted to spend some time with you."
"Hi, Caleb!" Tom bounced up with the boundless energy of a three-year-old. "Did you bring more penguin facts?"
"I, yes," I managed, my voice rough. "I brought lots of facts. And some other things too, if you want to see them."
"What kind of things?" Tom stepped closer, curiosity overcoming any shyness.
I set down the bags and pulled out the first item, a plush penguin that was almost as big as Tom. "I thought you might like this."
Tom's eyes went huge. "He's s
