As I climbed into my old rust bucket of a car, I knew there was only one remedy for my current state of mind.
My little boy.
Speeding away so fast that my tires squealed on the asphalt, all I could think about were his little arms wrapped around my neck, and the sweet scent of his hair, tickling my nose as I kissed him a million times. I could hear his voice in my head, see the multitude of aquamarine colours in his eyes. My safe place. My sweet boy.
Before heading home, I slipped into the comic book store. He was Spider-Man mad, already, and I'd seen a t-shirt in there that would be perfect for him. It read; 'Mom's Little Superhero', with the Spider-Man colours, and a web design on the sleeves. I knew it was money we couldn't afford to be frittering away on luxuries, but he deserved a
