Q. and I walked E. to the school.
Q. kissed E. and headed off to work when the first bell rang.
I waited with E. until his teacher appeared.
“Go with Mr. J.,” I told him.
I gave him a gentle push in the direction of his teacher.
Clutching his lunch bag, wearing his backpack, E. followed him into the school.
He didn’t cry.
He didn’t look back.
And I didn’t cry until he was far enough inside the school that he wouldn’t be able to see me.
A schoolboy now.
HOW did that happen?