I always let my 8-year-old, Noah, play in the park below our balcony, where I could watch him. One day, CPS showed up, saying an old man kept reporting him. They spoke to Noah alone. When the worker came out, her eyes were watery. She softly said, \u201cHe told me something I think you need to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart dropped. I stood up from the kitchen chair, wiping my hands nervously on a towel. \u201cIs he okay? Did something happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced at Noah, who was now on the couch, flipping through one of his dinosaur books. \u201cHe\u2019s okay. But\u2026 do you know a man with a red cap? He says he talks to him often in the park.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cNo, he\u2019s not allowed to talk to strangers. I watch him every time he\u2019s outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a careful nod. \u201cHe said the man in the red cap always sits on the same bench, brings sunflower seeds for the birds, and tells Noah stories about a boy who lost his mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about that hit me in the chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me,\u201d she continued, voice low, \u201cthat the man said he used to have a son. And that the boy\u2019s name was\u2026 Noah, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten. \u201cWhat does that mean? Is he in danger?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head quickly. \u201cNo, no. Not in danger. But the man who kept calling? The old man who reported you for neglect? That\u2019s the same man. He\u2019s not trying to hurt your son. He\u2019s\u2026 watching out for him. He thought no one was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down slowly, trying to process everything.<\/p>\n
Noah looked up and smiled at me. \u201cMama, can we make lemon cookies later?\u201d<\/p>\n
The caseworker smiled through misty eyes. \u201cYou have a good kid. He says you always watch him from the balcony. That you wave every time he looks up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood. \u201cWe\u2019re closing the file. But maybe\u2026 maybe you and your son should talk about the man. I think he\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n
After she left, I made Noah a snack and sat beside him. \u201cBaby, can I ask you something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure,\u201d he said, nibbling on apple slices.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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