The Boy Who Felt Too Much
I worked double shifts.
I learned how to fix leaky sinks from YouTube videos.
I stayed up late Googling answers to questions about raising boys I didn’t feel qualified to answer.
And beneath it all was a constant undercurrent of fear.
That I was somehow failing him.
That the absence of a father-shaped presence would leave cracks I couldn’t see until it was too late.
Ethan grew into a boy who was quiet in a way that drew attention.
Observant in a way that made teachers pause mid-sentence.
He was emotionally perceptive beyond his years.
As though he felt the world more deeply than others…
