Tonight, after a long day, I took my family to a Poetry Slam. It was inspiring. My daughter loved it. My teenaged son was silent. In the car, we clashed. He went off to bed, and I said, “Good night.”
Before nodding off, he sent me this video via email.
I am flawed. I regret not holding my tongue. I regret not being the adult. I regret not saying “I love you.”