Rose
Joey and I are in the spare bedroom. I specifically requested that Joey and I spend the night together just so I can talk to him about Benson.
We are both tucked in bed and one bedside lamp light is on.
“Mummy, I know what happened to my father and I know he isn’t coming back.”
“I am sorry that you didn’t get to see him before he left us.” I tell him.
He sounds and looks sad. His big eyes water a little.
“I knew he wasn’t going to stay long in this life.” He says, his voice cracks.
I hug him tightly, feeling bad that my son has to go through this.
“How did you know, Joey? Did the moon goddess show you even this time?”
He shakes his head. “No, I know my father wasn’t a good man. He didn’t treat you right and he never cared about me. When Aunt Jolene came, all he cared about wa
