I Was Holding My Son’s T-Shirt When His Teacher Called And Said He Had Left Something Behind

walked into the ward.

“Charlie,” I said.

He was mid-gesture, in the middle of some ridiculous bit that involved a coloring book and an imaginary dog, and he stopped. The expression that crossed his face when he saw me standing there in the pediatric ward of the children’s hospital while he was wearing yellow suspenders and a clown nose — it was not guilt continue reading …