I stood, turning my back to her. “No,” I said.
“You made this decision. Despite what you’ve gone through, I see you haven’t reflected. You’re just worried about yourself.
My kids need someone who’ll put them first.”
I returned to my table, snatched up my laptop, and made for the exit. The bell above the door jingled sharply as I pushed through it, but not before Anna’s sobs echoed through the quiet café.
That evening at dinner, I marveled at how much Max and Lily meant to me. My son was telling a story about a worm he found at school, and my daughter proudly showed me a picture she’d drawn.
“Daddy, look!
It’s us at the park,” Lily said, handing me the drawing.
I smiled. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”
Anna had given this up and ended up with nothing.
But after tucking the kids to bed and going to my own room, I considered the consequences of walking away from their mother. A part of me knew that having her back in their lives could be beneficial in the long run.
Maybe, if she reached out and asked about them in the future, I would let her see them.
If I could witness real change in her, though. For now, I had to protect them.
You might think that kids as young as mine don’t notice things, but they do. Yet, they are resilient as long as they know someone will always be there.
I saw it in their laughter, in their easy affection. Therefore, our chapter with Anna was closed.
But life takes turns. I would focus on giving my children the secure, loving home they deserved and wait…
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