“You’re sure?” I’d asked.
“Yep. I’m sure,” he’d said. “I don’t care, and you know parties aren’t really my thing.”
“It could be fun.”
“Mom,” He’d given me that small, patient smile. “I’d rather save the money. Honest.”
I let it go.
But I knew the truth. He did not want to spend an entire evening standing against a wall, watching everyone else belong.
Then something completely unexpected happened.
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The Invitation That Changed Everything
One afternoon, I was still turning all of it over in my head when I heard his key in the door.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I called out. “How was…”
I stopped.
Nathan was standing in the doorway with his backpack still slung over one shoulder, and his eyes were shining in a way I had notseen since he was a little boy on Christmas morning!
