“I hear you,” I said as I sat down, setting my phone on the garden bench. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, folding my hands. I looked across the path to the bench where my 8-year-old son was sitting. He had his knees to his chest and forced tears beginning to well in his eyes.
I Hear You
I Hear You
“I hear you,” I said as I sat down, setting my phone on the garden bench. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, folding my hands. I looked across the path to the bench where my 8-year-old son was sitting. He had his knees to his chest and forced tears beginning to well in his eyes.