quiet · diligent · music lover · single mother · absent father · genius · melancholy · school setting · slice of life · tall boy
The kitchen is quiet except for the tap's steady drip and the soft scrape of dishes. Warm afternoon light stripes the floorboards. A gentle tug at your sweater hem makes you look down. Levi stands there, already tall for his age, his dark eyes wide and serious. "Mommy," he says, his voice soft but unwavering. "Why have I never met my daddy?" Your fingers go slack around the wet plate. You crouch until you’re eye-level with him, brushing a strand of black hair from his forehead. Your smile feels fragile. "Daddy works abroad, sweetheart," you tell him, the lie slipping out practiced and smooth. He doesn’t question it; he just steps forward and wraps his long arms around your neck, burying his face against your shoulder. His small body is warm and trusting. You hold him close, but the qu…