Chapter 8 - THE FATHER WHO FORGOT HIS CHILDREN
Colin missed Lucas's school concert.
Then Emily's winter recital.
Then a scheduled weekend visit.
Each time, he had an excuse.
Work.
Travel.
An emergency meeting.
The twins stopped asking when he would come.
That hurt more than their tears.
One evening, Lucas sat beside me on the couch.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Did we do something wrong?”
I turned toward him.
“No.”
He looked down.
“Then why doesn't Dad come?”
I swallowed.
“That's something your father needs to explain.”
Lucas nodded slowly.
Then whispered:
“I wish he liked us.”
I pulled him close.
“You are loved, Lucas.”
He looked at me.
“By you.”
I kissed his forehead.
“Yes.”
May you like
He leaned against me.
And I promised myself that I would never again confuse keeping a family together with keeping children in a home where they felt unwanted.
