My boy Zehn. Age 13. Takes the mick constantly. I only have myself to blame for that. He can’t seem to reply to a text from me without a *cough cough* thrown in.
But recently – he did me proud. See families have tough times. And I lost my dad. My boy, even though he had also lost a grandad, was by my side the whole time. Holding my hand. Checking on me. Albeit in between PS4 gaming – he checks in with me. He has empathy. I blame his beautiful mother for that.
My boy. My hero.