A few days later, I get an email from Mr. Faraway. He send a picture of The Child and his son, singing together in a mock recording studio at the EMP.
Sorry for the bad camera phone picture, he says. We had a great time – thanks for tagging along.
I am the tagalong, the unwanted guest. I remind myself that it doesn’t really matter.
It’s okay not to be perfect, especially when times are tough.