SIX YEARS LATER

I drop my car key on the kitchen counter and run my hands down my hair. Being a mom is so difficult and hard. Haven is always getting into one trouble or another. Last week, his teacher reported him for getting into a fight with an older kid. Gray is barely bothered.

” Look mom , I’m sorry.” Haven whines as he follows me.

” Go to your room.” I turn around and glare at him.

Today , he got into another fight because the eight years old kid called him names. He’s got a terrible temper. One I’ve never seen before. Gray wasn’t like this or...