New York City is the place where many wish to live. There are so many places to shop, eat, and to grab a drink from. Passing along a street you come across so many personalities and scenarios.
This past week was an amazing week for both Andrew and I. We both had traveled to Denver, CO. Many seemed clueless as to why we were there. Nearly a year ago, we lost someone and the amount of support we have received has been phenomenal. I was in shock and all of it was greatly appreciated. My son and I have built so many relationships that we don’t even know where to begin to thank you all for the welcoming arms.
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?