“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”.
My heart aches with the remembrance of sweet voices from the backseat
singing proudly and full of love for the verse, for his mama. 
My son
My beautiful boy
I longed for the idyllic pregnancy and birth experience and childhood and laughter and milestones. 
And here we are tonight. 
So full of fire and sweetness – like a marshmallow self destructing in embers. 
His mind is SET.
His adolescent muscles are taut.
Hollow eyes now only hold scorn and contempt at not getting what he wants. 
He is smoldering and I have to walk away.
I recognize that temper.
It is mine.