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Tom and I have been married for five months. During these months I was learning to let Max, Tom's seven-year-old son, come close to me on his own. But recently, I have had a (n) : If I moved too quickly, he ran away and even . But if I was patient, we often ended up playing and laughing.
One afternoon I made some for dinner. After that I was looking through my old photos in the dining room. Max up.
"Who's that?" he pointed to one photo. "My mom. I suppose she's your grandma." "Who's that?" "That was your grandpa. He wasn't . He died two months ago." "How did he die?" Max at me. "Oh, his death was ." "Hmm. Too bad."
Death is always a painful subject, especially for a seven-year-old child who'd lost his mother only two years before. I always put away the pictures of dead relatives but I ignored(忽视) this one. That made me feel a bit .
"Who's that to me?"
Under his finger I could see me in a traditional . I knew the answer to his simple question. But I said, "I'm your second mom. I'm sorry that your first mom died."
I think Max would our talk as usual. However, he asked, "What should I call you?"
"You can call me Mom or Betsy. Whatever feels OK for you."
"Sweet," he said, walking out of the room.
