"I used to think of you as my anchor," Leo said softly. "The thing that kept me from drifting away."
Elena nodded, her eyes reflecting a lifetime of memories. "And I thought of you as my kite. My job was to hold the string tight enough so you wouldn't get lost, but loose enough so you could reach the clouds". boy and mature mom
She sat across from him, pushing a plate of sliced apples toward him—a habit from his toddler years that she had never quite outgrown. Leo laughed, taking a slice. He remembered the years of scraped knees, the endless soccer practices where she was the loudest voice in the stands, and the quiet nights she spent helping him with history projects. "I used to think of you as my anchor," Leo said softly