Memories Of His Father
I couldn’t help but think of Mark, his father, who had always been more about appearances than reality.
Flashes of days gone by, where promises were made but rarely kept, ran through my mind. It hurt to think Alex might be following the same path, valuing things more than real connections.
My frustration mixed with a deep-seated sadness as I thought, ‘Is this who he’s turning into?’ As a single parent, I had fought hard to show him a different way.