He came around the corner, distraught, and found me in the family room.
His face broke.
Tears gathered and fell.
“Mommy just told me you can’t come on the field trip.”
“I want you there. I want you to go. I want to be with my daddy.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into my shirt.
I put my hand on his head and told him I was sorry.
“I have to work. I want to go, too. I wish I could. But I have to work.”
I told him we could make our own family field trip. I told him to think of adventures we could have on the weekend.
The tears stopped. He stepped back. Our own field trip? That sounded promising. He seemed to feel better.
I did not.
The next morning I got into my car and began…
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