Him: “…she was holding a picture of a man I’ve never seen before.”
My stomach dropped.
Me: “What kind of picture?”
Him: “A small one… like the ones in your wallet. She hugged it and kept saying, ‘I’m sorry’ over and over.”
That night, after Sam went to bed, I asked my wife about it. She froze, her eyes darting toward our bedroom. Without a word, she went inside, opened her nightstand drawer, and pulled out a worn, creased photo.
It was of a young man in military uniform — not me.
She whispered, “His name was Daniel… before I met you, we were engaged. He died overseas. I never told you because I didn’t want to bring the past into our life. But recently, I’ve been having dreams about him… and I can’t stop crying.”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. My son had sensed her grief long before I did.
We agreed to tell Sam the truth in a way he could understand — that Mommy was missing a friend from long ago, but she loved him and me very much.
And that’s when I realized… sometimes the “secrets” kids notice aren’t about betrayal — they’re about pain we haven’t learned how to share.
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