*One Year Later and six months*
Gunnar
“Daddy, Daddy.”
“Yes, Teo.”
“Ball.”
I lightly rolled the ball to my son and watched as he excitedly caught it. We were sitting on the grass in the backyard playing around. At three years old now, he can no longer be contained indoors for long. He was nothing like my late daughter when she was that age. Unlike her calm demeanor, Mateo was hyper and destructive. The staff loved him but, at the same time, they couldn’t stand him.
He reminds me of me when I was a kid. He's mean for absolutely no reason, can’t stay still if his life depends on it, and he's always getting into something. Nine out of ten said that something was never good. My daughter used to be more like Yeager, reclusive and standoffish. I wished Mateo possessed those qualities becau
