I went home that night confused and broken. Was I overreacting two years ago? Was I too harsh to judge Marcus and thought worst of him without confirming the truth? Am I to blame for my misery for the past two years? I lay wide awake until my son, Isaiah, woke up.
" Momma, I want food." He climbed to my chest and laid his head on it. I kissed his head and hugged him tightly.
" I am so sorry, baby," I whispered and held the tears that threatened to fall. " What do you want for breakfast, sweet pea?"
" Cereals and miwk," replied my sweet darling boy. I got up and carried him in my arms. I placed him on his high chair and prepared his breakfast. I am tired and sleepy, but I have to spend time with him for a little while.
I will catch some sleep after I feed him. That was our routine. I w
