The Day I Left, My Son Emptied His Piggy Bank for Me to Go

Summary

On the day I was packing to leave the Sterling house, Julian leaned against the doorframe.

He watched me gather my things, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"What?"

"Realized that having a kid didn't force me to marry you?"

"So now you think he's useless, and you're not even planning on taking him with you?"

Before I could even open my mouth to respond.

Oliver, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while, walked in.

He carefully tipped his piggy bank, pouring all his saved coins into my hands.

"Mommy, you have to take good care of yourself, okay?"