Amanda

In his pajamas, Jase runs around the living room of our apartment at the speed of light, his Superman cape cloaking his tiny shoulders. I pull my phone closer to hear my best friend and listen to Sally’s apology for the fifteenth time. Shaking my head, I smile at my son’s imagination, certain that soon he will have saved the entire planet.

My mom brought him home this morning on her way to the grocery store. And even though she eyed me suspiciously up and down and ...