He glanced over his shoulder again, looking at me.
I smiled my proud smile to show him I was pleased with him.
I nodded.
Go ahead. You can do this, Little T.!
He turned back, squared his shoulders, and shyly stuck out his hand for the principal, who shook it. Then he turned back to me, beaming. Instead of returning to his seat like the other students, he came running down the center aisle in my direction and threw himself into my arms.
“Uuuuh!” he grunted happily, turning to show his certificate to Jackson.
“He reminds me of Noah,” Mama said softly as she watched us.
“He does,” I agreed. “But he’s not Noah. He’s a whole new disaster all by himself.”
“He’s not a disaster,” Mama said.
“We’re all disasters, Mama. Didn’t you know that?”
“Oh, you!” she said, cuffing me on the arm.103: I Saw Him
Mister?
Don’t call me mister,I replied, tucking Tony into bed that night. I’m your daddy now. Call me Daddy.
Okay,he agreed. Daddy?
Yes?
That boy in the picture…