Kyle was listening to Andy explain to Owen why he did not need to do his writing lesson. He was working on a sketch of the two of them to give to Andy for his room.
“I have done all my letters already. Why do I have to do them again?”
“Because the more you write them, the better they will look.”
“Papa wouldn’t make me do them again.”
“He’s not here.”
Kyle sat the sketch pad aside. “Andy could you go downstairs and get my pencil sharpener off the desk for me?”
Kyle sat beside Owen. “Would you like me to work with him for awhile?”
Owen nodded. “You are good with him.”
“He’s a good kid.”
“He’s been acting out a lot lately. He’s not usually like this.”
“He’s going through the same things you are. You are both grieving the loss of people you love.”
Owen hadn’t thought about that. “I guess I could in on not doing the writing today.”
Andy came back with the pencil sharpener. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I know talking about Papa makes you sad.”
Owen hugged his son. “We can talk about your Papa any time you want. I know you miss him.”
Seeing the tears in his son’s eyes was almost too much. He pulled his son into a hug.
Kyle watched the two of them. That was what was missing in his life. That was what he wanted.