Maya

I observed Jackson as he slept peacefully, his light snores signaling that he had finally succumbed to a deep slumber. Coaxing him into sleep had proven to be a challenge—a big one; he had been darting around the house all day like a cat, his energy seemingly boundless that stressed me out. It was his birthday, and I couldn't find it in me to ask him to slow down. Nate, his best friend, mirrored the same relentless energy—like a six-year-old kid. They were like two children, ...