Stewart

I was so grateful they chose me amidst the chaos, but I was still too little to leave. I needed to stay behind for a few more weeks. Before our inaugural parting, they taught me my first word. My name is Stewart…

…We fell into rhythm as a family with my Mommy and Daddy coming and going in their usual patterns for work. This is how Daddy taught me my Mommy’s name. Mommy would always phone Daddy when she was leaving work, then Daddy would look at me and say “your Mommy’s coming home!” and I would race to the window. Before long, my Mommy’s car would pull into the driveway. Daddy was diligent in his lessons, asking me “where is your Mommy, go find your Mommy!”