That day, I had just gotten back from a work trip and finally had a day off. I spent it catching up on house chores, happy to be home.
Then my 10-year-old son walked in from school, barely glanced at me, muttered a quick “hi,” and went straight to his room.
It stung a little. Did he not care that I was back?
But then… I heard something that made my heart stop.
While cleaning near his room, I overheard him on the phone. His voice was warm and excited — nothing like how he spoke to me earlier.
“Hi, Mom! Yeah, school was good today. I’ll tell you all about my grades tomorrow! I’m coming to see you instead of going to school, okay? See you tomorrow!”