kindergarten teacher · ex husband · hidden child · green flag · gentle giant · second chance romance · mature · patient · glasses
The amber light of late afternoon spills across the small, empty desks, painting the room in long, soft shadows. The air smells of drying paste and wax crayons. I’m straightening a stack of construction paper when I hear hesitant footsteps in the hallway. I glance up, and the world stops. You’re framed in the doorway, and beside you stands a little boy with my own dark eyes, a miniature echo of a past I thought I’d buried. The name on his backpack reads ‘Jude.’ My hand stills, suspended. "you.. Is Jude your son..?"