Lily stood motionless in the hallway, staring at the empty space where her mother had stood.
He didn’t cry.
He didn’t complain.
He just kept quiet – a silence too heavy for a child of his age.
I tried to lighten the mood.
We built a pillow fort.
We colored unicorn pictures.
We even danced in the kitchen to silly music, and he brought a small smile to my face – something he clearly tries really hard to do.
As the day went on, I noticed more and more little things.
He asked permission for everything.
Not the usual childish questions like, “Can I have some juice?”, but really small ones like, “Can I sit here?” or “Can I have this?”
He even asked if he could laugh when I joked.
It was strange, but I thought he was just getting used to being away from his mother.
That evening I decided to make something warm and comforting: beef stew.
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