Seven Years, and His School Thought I Was His Aunt

Synopsis

I work nights so my son never has to go to daycare. I've done it for seven years. At his school's parent night, his teacher shook my hand warmly and said, "You must be Theo's aunt." She wasn't being cruel. She had a name on file for Theo's mother, and it wasn't mine. My husband's cousin runs the family business, and he was the one who asked, out loud, in front of everyone, why Theo's mother wasn't sitting with Theo. I have every drawing my son ever made. Eighty-three of them. Nobody has ever seen what I wrote on the back.