How have you been, Christian?" Samantha asked while holding my son in her lap. "All right! Tell me. He got back to her. "Tell you what?" She looked at me with a slightly lowered head. "Have you visited on my birthday?" Samantha did not attend Christian's birthday, but she could not help but accept that fact when Christian asked her.

"Yeah!" she replied. The two of them walked to Christian's bedroom while he held her hand. Tomorrow is his birthday, and I have no doubt that he will show her the clothes I got for him. Screw it! I nearly forgot that it was his birthday tomorrow, but who could...