My son is only two years old, he may be just a baby to many but to me, he is a little man in the making. I am a single mother and have been for quite some time. Although my son’s father wasn’t able to be there before I believe he was trying to build himself to be a better man and father; so when the day came he could finally be the best father he could have been.
Today I sat in a restaurant with my son and he was everywhere.
On top of the table, underneath, playing with the salt and pepper, screaming so loud I think everyone else heard his youthful lungs.
The only thing I was thinking or even facing is self-regret.
Why must I be?