VOLUME FIVE: MENACE
Menace
January
“Jesus, please tell me that's not what you're wearing tonight."
At the sound of my eighteen-year-old's too deep voice, I turn around. Like I find myself doing more often than not now, I stop a second and take in the moment. In a few months, he won't be here to make fun of what I'm wearing.
God, when did Caleb get to be a man standing in front of me? Older than I was when he came into the world screaming and shaking. I can still remember when they placed him in my arms and told me I was responsible for his entire life. He was so small, and I remember looking up at the nurse, asking if it was okay to hold him. Like I needed permission or something. I've taken the responsibility of raising him seriously – because I wanted to – but also because there was
