Chapter 14 - REBUILDING A BOY’S CONFIDENCE
Over the following months, we focused entirely on healing and joy. We built blanket forts, planted a small vegetable garden in the backyard, and baked actual french fries together from scratch, laughing as flour dusted our noses. Whenever my son spoke about family, he spoke about his aunt, his cousins who had broken free from the toxic cycle, and us. The shadow of my mother’s cruel words gradually faded, replaced by the bright, unshakeable reality that he was deeply loved, fiercely protected, and entirely real to the people who mattered.
