THE RESPONSIBILITY

"Momma, where dada will come?" Zade asked when Dawn tucked him to sleep. She laid down next to him and caressed his cheek. His eyes looked sleepy.

"Dada will not come…" Dawn felt this pang in her heart, but she didn't want to sugarcoat or even lied to him. She didn't feel that was the right thing to do.

Zade opened his eyes, he pursed his lips because he didn't agree with her. "Dada will come."

Dawn took a deep breath, for a moment, she didn't know what to say about that or how to response to his determined answer, but she watched how sleep finally took over and Zade's breathing became even.

"I hope the same thing too, honey. I wish nothing but for him to come home too." Dawn kissed Zade's forehead. She fought back her tears, but in the end, she lost.