Status Updates From The Gifts We Keep

“I know you were unhappy,” I say softly. “I’m glad you’re not
that person anymore.”

He looks away, at the green grass and Mother’s perennials. “I
don’t think I’m anyone but that person. I think what you are is
what you are, then and now and forever onward.” Henry is far
away, beside me, and his voice sounds low and reverent. “We don’t
change, not really, not the parts of us that matter.”

“Which is worse, watching your kid get hurt, or watching your kid hurt someone else?”