He loves when I flex bragging how strong his Daddy is I tell him he'll be way stronger than me one day! but for now, "I am SuperMan!" he smiled larger than life for a second then he looked down- sadness blanketing his beautiful youth I pulled him to me then asked "what's wrong?" melting under my arm his face pressed against my chest muffled, the sound of tears, if they ever made sounds he spoke into my body, as if I was a microphone "but if you're super man Dad, then why can't you break out of jail and come home and play with me?" after being hit harder than anything I've experienced I deflated and sank for a split second, alarming him before recovering with a parental veil of strength holding back tears- the protective illusions we create..but protecting who? "I... sorry son" damn...
RUSSELL
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