He drew me a picture. And I finally understood what I meant to him.
Leo came home from preschool on Thursday with something clutched in his small fist. His entire face glowed with pride as he ran through the door, barely pausing to kick off his shoes before launching himself at Elara.
"Mama! Mama! Look what I made!"
She caught him easily, settling him on her hip even though he was getting big for it. "What did you make, sweetheart?"
He thrust the paper at her with both hands. "For you! I made it in art class. Miss Sarah helped but I did most of it myself!"
Elara took the construction paper, and her breath caught.
Three stick figures holding hands. One tall with dark scribbled hair labeled "Daddy" in wobbly letters. One medium-sized with long hair and what might have been a dress labeled "Mama." And one small figure between them, beaming smile drawn with enthusiastic if uneven lines, labeled "Me."
