The Choice
That night, dinner was spaghetti.
My mom stirred the sauce while the kids argued over homework at the table.
My daughter ran up and hugged me the second I walked in.
“Daddy!”
I smiled… but my mind wasn’t there.
After the kids went to bed, I grabbed the wallet.
“I’ve got to go out for a bit,” I told my mom.
She looked at me, like she already knew it wasn’t just an errand.
But she didn’t ask questions.
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