I don't need a husband. My son's drawing had all the answers.

Breakfast time was the only opportunity she had to talk with her husband. Even when she told him about the changes in their son, her husband only glanced at his watch, and the conversation would end quickly. Eventually, the son would pick fights without explaining why, cry, and in the "family portrait" he drew at church, there remained a decisive sense of discomfort. Without pressing for answers or blaming anyone, the mother chooses one path. It was not abandoning her husband, but a quiet decision to protect her son's future.