The emotional intensity between my son and me is almost electric as he packs what seems like his entire room into his already overloaded car. “Son, you don’t need to take everything,” I remind John. “You’re right, Mom. If I need it later, what’s 300 miles?” His grin seems a bit patronizing and the pat on my shoulder less than sincere as he continues packing.
How did we reach this point in our lives so quickly?
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