Telling the Kiddo

I told the kiddo today that we were leaving the market and opening up shop (God knows where) elsewhere. He was a wreck.

He’s made so many friends there, kids and adults alike. Every weekend was like an adventure for him there. It’s been home away from home for him for a quarter of his life.

I hate that doing right by him means having to watch him hurt. But there is nothing I can do to mitigate his loss. All I can do is everything in my power to keep him safe.

God, this sucks.

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