He Didn’t Deserve The Bacon
My Grown Son Screwed Up and It Hurts
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3 min readJun 4, 2021
He calls to ask, “What are you cooking?” It’s a question he’s been asking you since he learned to talk. You remember him as a child, with his velvet black curls, brown eyes big as balloons.
He’s 24 now and his voice is manly, robust, and you can almost feel the bristle of his facial hair across the line as you cradle the phone on…
