He’s 16. Looks like his daddy. Has never been able to call me mama, because his own mama won’t let him. I’ve been around for ten years.
So he and I became good friends. He refers to me as his sister instead of his stepmom. I’m 33. Not so hard to believe.
He’s on a jagged path in his drug use. But he’s 16, the world is his oyster, and he’s invincible.
Sometimes I need to talk. I’m not the mama, but he’s still my boy.