“ Joey, come on. Please stop crying. You've got to be strong for your godmother” I called gently to my son who was crying silently on his bed as I stood in his doorway.

“ But mom, I'm missing Nora and Nadia so much. I don't know what's going on with them. And who the fuck is Deborah? I so hate her” He screamed at me as he turned to watch me from the doorway trying to dab at his now teary eyes.

I strolled to pull him close as I let him sobbed on my shoulder, ignoring him using the swear word. Any other day, I would have scolded...