The last moments

I like to take lunch walks past my son’s primary school. The roar of sound hits me five minutes before I reach the school fence, and as I walk the perimeter, I smile at the unabashed joy within. Kids are crazy, in all the right ways. If I’m lucky, I’ll see my son. Like any parent, I can spot him at a great distance. Something about his posture and gait marks him as my boy as clearly as if he stood…