PART 15 – The Little Moon Became a Reminder That My Son Deserved to Be Heard Even When the Adults Around Him Disagreed

I kept thinking about Nolan's words in court.

He had been frightened.

I knew that.

But he had spoken anyway.

I wondered how long he had been carrying those feelings.

I wondered whether I had missed signs because I was so busy trying to survive.

That thought troubled me.

I never wanted him to feel responsible for protecting me.

One evening, while he was getting ready for bed, I sat beside him.

"Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"Why did you decide to speak in court?"

He looked at his blanket.

For a moment, he didn't answer.

Then he said he didn't like hearing people talk about me that way.

I felt my eyes sting.

I reached for his hand.

"You don't have to defend me, Nolan."

He looked at me.

"But they were saying things that weren't true."

I swallowed.

"I know."

He was quiet.

Then he asked whether I believed him.

I answered immediately.

"Yes."

He seemed satisfied with that.

I kissed his forehead.

"Your job is to be a little boy. My job is to take care of you."

He smiled faintly.

I turned off the light.

Before leaving, I looked at the blue shirt hanging nearby.

The moon embroidery was visible in the dim room.

I remembered buying it with money from my grandmother's locket.

I remembered the courtroom photograph.

And I remembered Nolan standing in front of the judge.

That shirt had become part of a memory I would never forget.

But I didn't want it to become something Nolan feared wearing.

It was his birthday gift.

It belonged to him.

And he deserved to enjoy it.

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