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The moving truck rolled away from our new cottage on Silver Oak Street, leaving my son Adam and me alone among boxes. I squeezed his shoulder. “Fresh start, huh?”
“It looks nice, Mom,” he said with a small smile—his optimism giving me hope after losing Mark three years ago. A job promotion brought us here, a chance at a new beginning.
“Help me unpack, and I’ll make your favorite pasta,” I said.
That night over dinner, Adam asked, “Do you think kids at school will like me?”
“You’re amazing. Just be yourself,” I told him.
But three weeks in, something shifted. My once gentle, straight-A son came home with an empty backpack, brushing off my questions. By week six, he’d skipped class twice.
“Jason says school’s pointless,” Adam shrugged. Jason—suddenly the center of his world.
When I confronted him, it exploded into a fight. “You’re never here! You work because you don’t know what else to do since Dad died!”
That night, I stared at a photo of Mark and baby Adam, heartbroken. “I’m losing him,” I whispered.
The next morning, I handed Adam my resignation letter. “I’m taking a job at your school cafeteria. I want to be here for you.”
He was shocked. “Why?”
“Because you matter more.”
I started watching from afar—Jason and his group were trouble, but I saw potential. So I dug out Mark’s old basketball hoop. “Your dad wanted to teach you. Let’s play—30 minutes a day, just us.”
Adam agreed, suspicious but curious. Slowly, the court became a haven. Kids came over. I laid down one rule: bring your progress report. No C’s? No game.
Homework happened on my porch. Friendships formed. Grades rose. And so did Adam—back to the boy I remembered.
“Thanks for not giving up on me,” he whispered one evening.
“Never,” I said.
Months later, the principal called—not with complaints, but gratitude. The school asked me to start an after-school program. Parents joined in. Jerseys, lights, snacks—it became a community.
One day, a plaque appeared on the garage: “Strength in Heart & Mind.” Adam’s idea.
“I thought I lost you,” I said through tears.
“You saw me, Mom,” he said. “Even when I didn’t want to be seen.”
My job paid less, but watching Adam laugh, lead, and shine? I’d never been richer.
“Hey Mom,” he said one night, pausing at the door, “You’re my hero.”
“And you’re my sunshine, Addy. Every single day.”
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