Chapter 68 - Julian’s Last Lesson
Julian came to my house one Sunday morning.
He looked serious.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
That answer immediately made me suspicious.
He smiled.
“I want to ask you something.”
“What?”
“Leo is leaving for London.”
“I know.”
“Are you afraid?”
I looked at him.
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“So am I.”
That surprised me.
“You?”
“He's my son.”
His voice became quiet.
“I missed enough of his childhood.”
I knew there was pain beneath those words.
But Julian didn't ask me to fix it.
He simply stood there.
Then he said something I would remember.
“I used to think being a father meant making sure your child didn't make the wrong choices.”
He looked toward the window.
“Now I think it means being there when they make their own.”
I smiled.
“You finally learned.”
He laughed.
“Late.”
“Very late.”
We sat in silence.
Then Julian asked, “Do you think he'll be okay?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he doesn't need us to make every decision for him anymore.”
Julian nodded.
“And that's the part that hurts.”
“Yes.”
He smiled.
“But it's also the part that means we did something right.”
I looked at him.
For years, I had thought the greatest proof of healing would be forgetting.
It wasn't.
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It was being able to sit beside the person who once hurt you and recognize the person he had become without pretending the old person never existed.
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