“I am a terrible mother.” I said, as I turned to Kan.
“Honey.” He winced, looking at me in resignation.
I had said this for the hundredth time at this point, even after the doctors told me Oliver would be fine,
and Kan had reassured me it was no one’s fault,
that toddlers would be toddlers.
“We were there with him.” Kan said. “Oliver has never been neglected.”
“He has. That is the only reason our son would choke right there in my presence.” I said, biting my thumb.
“You looked away for just one second.” Kan said.
He was right. But I still could not help but blame myself.
Instead of taking care of my son I was out there plotting revenge, and business take-over, and arguing with his selfish deceitful father.
I felt Kan walk up behind me and enveloped me in a hug.
My shoulders sa
