Grant came by again. This time he brought with him a photograph of a young man. Tall and blond with blue eyes so clear they make me ache. After handing me this blessing, my friend left me alone again.
He didn't need to tell me who the picture was of, nor did he stay to see how I would react. He understood, and gave me this time to find myself once more.
The blue eyes are like my own, like my father's, like my grandfather's. The wavy blond hair is so like like his mother's hair as is his fair conplexion. But he has my height. I can see that even in the photo.
My son.
The picture shows him with a group of people in front of a new home. The earth is still raw and the paint fairly glitters with its newness. The people around him, they all look so happy and... I don't know how to explain it. They are together, a family. My son is among them but unlike the others, he is touching no one. There is a barely visible space around him, that I know much about. The others will be his clan, those wolves who he calls family. But he is not one of them.
He will never be one of them.
My son, so like me and yet so very different from...everyone else.
I can't wait until Jolyn returns so that I can share this with her. Perhaps it is time she and I talked about the rest of her kin. She deserves to know them or at least know of them.
J
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