Ruby
"Bye nanny,"
"Goodbye, Alex."
I waved as my son approached the school gate, a smile lighting up his face. In that brief moment, his happiness was reflected in mine. My sweet boy turned back and grinned at me for a second before happily skipping away. This was undoubtedly the happiest I had ever seen him, and the joy was mirrored in my own expression.
My son had become my source of comfort and healing balm, especially after spending the entire night chatting. Since then, I've been putting in extra effort to be a good mom, learning his preferences and dislikes.
This morning, I made him breakfast for the first time, creating a new bonding experience for us. Alex chatted happily throughout the meal, his face beaming with joy. Despite wanting to remind him about table manners, I could
