Rebecca…
Lucas had been talking nonstop since he found out Rowland was his father. He showed Rowland all his toys and insisted they play a game. Sensing Rowland’s exhaustion, I had to call it a day and ask Lucas to let Rowland rest for the meantime.
After Rowland left, Lucas bombarded me with series of questions about him. Some I could answer and others I had no answers to.
“Mommy, if Rowland is my father, is he your husband, why haven’t I seen him before? Why aren’t we living with him? Does he not want me, us?”
Those were some of the questions that diced my soul. Not because I didn’t know the answers, but because even little Lucas understood the dynamics of how relationships worked and knew that ours had been lacking.
But Rowland knew as well, he knew what had been lacking, so he t
