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He's everything a father could want: Dependable, steady, educated – a handsome lad gazes out at me through his mother's eyes.
He uses 'Sir' more as a weapon than a courtesy to fend me off, never allowing me to draw close.
My younger son is easier to read. We have short fuses and erupt, but the storms pass quickly.
My firstborn has banked fires within him that smolder; he's an enigma to me.
What tools are at my disposal to tear down his self-imposed walls?
Can he come to love me as I have him?
I may not like the answer.