Violet's Pov
The cool night air enveloped them as they sat on the swing, the gentle creaking of the chains providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. The woman, lost in thought, absentmindedly pushed the swing back and forth with her foot as her four year old son chattered excitedly beside her.
That woman was me.
"Mommy, did I tell you about my home teachers? They're so nice! They bring me toys and we play games together. And they taught me new words and numbers."
I smiled brightly, my thoughts momentarily interrupted by Vince's enthusiasm. "That's great, honey. I'm glad you like them."
Vince continued to talk animatedly about his teachers, but my mind began to drift back to the argument I had had with Jason earlier this night. It was just a common argument, I had expected it to end i……
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