He shook me off halfway to the sidewalk. "Mom. I've got this." He trotted towards the school without a backwards glance. My throat burned again as I watched him.
Yes, after feeding and sheltering a person for 18 years, you are entitled to a little storybook sentimentality. But today is not the day.
I knew the day would come. Two weeks after school started, reality set in and my first grader, who initially skipped off to school, started complaining and begging to stay home.