Aaron looked at me, his young face full of quiet wisdom, as if he could sense the truth beneath my words. “What do you mean, mommy? Most of my friends have their dads. They pick them up in our school. Maybe what Trevor told me was right,” he said, pertaining to his classmate.
I smiled bitterly and caressed his face that resembled his dad's so much. “You will understand everything soon, honey.”
“Why, mommy? I don't… really have a dad, right? Is it true? Maybe I'm just… adopted,” Aaron said bitterly.
I immediately shook my head. “No, you're not an adopted, okay? Don't listen to him, okay?”
“Yes, but… I want to know where my dad is, mom.”
I gulped the lump in my throat as I stared longer at his eyes. I didn't know how I would explain everything to him. I didn't know how I would tell him that… I left his dad for him to be happy with the woman he truly loves… that I just did the right thing.
I don't want to tell a lie on my son's face saying that his dad will be back soon. Because there's no guarantee. And I don't want him to hold onto something that there's no possibility that will happen.