"Parenting doesn't have a trial run" I said in a calm voice. This was my chosen tone for our weekly meetings.

 

Without a word, you removed your glasses and with your t-shirt began making tight circles on the lenses. I wanted to say, "you learned that from me." Impossible though.

 

"Giving you up was the best I could do." I felt my face muscles tighten, like always. "I'm just happy to see you again."

 

That's when you stood up and put on your coat. And that's when I leaned away from your bedroom window, fleeing before you could see me.