Wyatt Never Had To Speak Until One Day Everything Changed

He was my son. He would go on being my son.

But because I had finally remembered that being his mother was not the only thing I was.

Three days later, Wyatt sent me a message. One line. No apology, no acknowledgment of what had happened in the kitchen, no indication that any of it had settled into him yet.

He needed his social security documents.

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