Freya’s Pov
“Mumma, I met a new friend today!” Matthew exclaimed with a big smile.
“Give Mumma a hug,” I said, opening my arms. He rushed into my embrace, and I held him tightly, overwhelmed with the feeling of missing him throughout the day.
“Do you know how much your Mumma missed you today, Matthew?” I asked, planting a loving kiss on his cheek as he giggled in response.
“Yes, Mumma,” he giggled, his eyes filled with the innocence of childhood.
I beamed with pride, ruffling his hair. “You’re such a good boy, Matthew, and Mamma is so lucky to have you.”
“Mumma, I made another friend today,” he excitedly told me once again.
I could not help but find it a bit strange. My son seemed more eager to share stories of his new friends than the potentially life-changing secret he harbored –
