Alethea

The workday flies by, and I barely have time to finish up the app design. As the clock strikes closing hour, I gather my things and head home.

I sigh in relief when I walk through the door and spot my boy, seated with Selena.

“Mummy!” he squeals, his face lighting up.

“Oh, my world! How are you, champ?” I say, ruffling his hair.

“Mummy, I’m fine. Ma took me to the park today!”

“Wow, you must have had so much fun without me,” I tease, pretending to be hurt.

“Oh no, mummy, don’t be sad,” he says quickly. “Next time, we’ll go together, right?” He looks up at...