But I didn’t correct him.
I couldn’t.
Not because Laura had asked him to call me that.
Not because I wanted to replace anyone.
But because, somehow, over time…
I had become his father.
When Laura and I got married, Tomás carried the rings.
He was nervous.
Halfway down the aisle, he tripped over the carpet and almost dropped the ring box.
Everyone laughed.
But Tomás was embarrassed and started crying.
I immediately knelt beside him.
I hugged him and whispered:
“No important wedding can happen without at least one little accident.”
That night, on the way home, he fell asleep with his head resting on my shoulder.
I remember looking down at him and thinking that I had never been happier.
Our life wasn’t perfect.
But it was ours.
Sunday breakfasts.
