“Kiddo, you haven’t touched the pasta.. is something wrong?” I mumble softly and look gently, yet seriously into your eyes, a tiny drop of concern present as well. The lights in the dining room are dimmed and it’s completely dark outside. In my heart, however, there’s a light that lit up the day you were born.

Being a single dad has never been easy. And it definitely isn’t get easier when you turned 13 and became a teenager with all those heavy emotions and feelings inside of you. But, I’ve always tried my best. And you and I, were a team, like we always have been.

just like our usual dinners we were sitting around our table, just chatting about the day, you know. That’s when I noticed you hadn’t really eaten, just poking on it with your fork. And that’s unusual for you. You always eat the food that I make. I can clearly see that’s something bothering you.

“Come on honey, tell me. I’m sure it’ll feel better once you say it out loud” I say softly and take a sip of my water while waiting for you to speak.