Chapter 22
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The drawing was a M untie t a vase so rez
e so realistic that it was hard to believe it was drawn by a two year old
Teresa listened as the teacher praised Michael s drawing skills He s a natural Maybe you could sign him up for art classes the teacher suggested with a warm smile
Thanks I look into that Teresa responded i making a mental note She had every intention of getting Michael into a class once her budget allowed
She took Michael s hand and they walked out of the school together As they strolled Michael looking a bit put out said You re late Mommy I m starving
Sorry kiddo Teresa said holding up a takeout box I brought us some barbecue ribs and fried shrimp We re having a treat tonight instead of the usual gruel
Michael’s eyes widened with delight. “Yay!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in place
In the parking lot. Teresa hit the unlock button on her keys, the sound echoing as she helped Michael into his car seat .
Michael’s excitement filled the car as he looked around from the back seat. “Mommy, this car rocks! It’s so much nicer than the old one he said, his voice full of awe
Teresa s smile flickered but she sidestepped mentioning that his dad had given it to them
In his childlike simplicity Michael inquired What happened to our old buddy Mommy
Teresa kept her answer straightforward. “It’s taking a break, sweetheart. We’re going to use the little red car now ,”
Once they had secured their seatbelts and started the drive home, they reveled in the quiet companionship that the trip provided.
Once they arrived. Teresa presented a table of tasty dishes she’d picked up , along with her homemade gruel.
At the dinner table, Michael shared his idea. “You should find a rich dad for us, Mommy. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about money. and you could take it easy”
Teresa let out a laugh and affectionately pinched her son’s cheek. “You’re so considerate, sweetheart. Don’t fret, we’ll manage just great
Michael’s eyes sparkled with an idea. “ And you’re spending more time with me!”
I ll make sure of it Teresa promised her voice steady
After their peal Teresa guided Michael s small hands in making wreaths
Who are these wreaths for Mommy Michael asked his fingers deftly weaving the greens
“They’re for your great –grandparents. We’ll visit them soon, Teresa replied softly.
Michael’s brow furrowed. “But why don’t they come to our house?”
Teresa’s hands paused mid–air “They’re very old, buddy. They can’t walk very far,” she said, her voice tinged with emotion.
Michael s face fell We should call them then I want to talk to them
“Let’s do that,” Teresa agreed, her smile bittersweet as she pinched his cheek affectionately.
Exhausted from lus wreath –making efforts, Michael conked out at the table, likely dreaming of his great – grandparents
Teresa tenderly carried her slumbering son to bed tucking him in
Teresa was packing up for the day when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. She pulled it out, surprised to see “Jonathan pop up.
They hadn’t spoken mages. With a mix of curiosity and warmness , she answered, “Hello?”
“Hey, Teresa, it’s Jonathan, came the response, the sound of an airport hubbub in the background . “Tve been on a work trip and I’m now back m Nazrigh.”
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Teresa got who she hadn t bumped into him around r rig h lately yet she couldn t figure out the reason beh
Jonathan go straight to the point The anniversary of your grandparents paving is in two days I ve got my assistant to prepare tributes
wer s and wreaths I was thinking we could go and honor their memory together What do you think
Terra mentioned I ve made a few for the me monal 100
Jonathan s expression brightened That really thoughtful he responded
Term a s lips tightened
manage the trip to the cemetery alone she insisted
be stated a hunt of unease in his tone I missed it last year but I d like to join this time Despite our separation your
meant a lot to me he shared
Teresa exhaled softly Fine You do what you feel is right
en considering taking Michael to pay respects to his great grandparents