{"id":4620,"date":"2026-08-23T04:18:23","date_gmt":"2026-08-23T04:18:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailynewus.top\/?p=4620"},"modified":"2026-08-23T04:18:24","modified_gmt":"2026-08-23T04:18:24","slug":"i-thought-my-new-girlfriend-got-along-wonderfully-with-my-son-but-when-he-innocently-explained-the-rules-of-the-new-game-she-had-taught-him-i-went-pale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dailynewus.top\/?p=4620","title":{"rendered":"I thought my new girlfriend got along wonderfully with my son \u2013 but when he innocently explained the rules of the new “game” she had taught him, I went pale."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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After losing my wife, I didn’t think I’d ever trust anyone enough to let them into my son’s life. But Maya seemed like just what we needed. Then, an innocent comment from Max brought to light a side of our relationship I hadn’t expected, and suddenly I started questioning everything I’d let into our home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do we have to play the family game again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My seven-year-old son, Max, asked the question while turning the chocolate cake on his plate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Up until that moment, her birthday dinner had been very lively.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

My mother, Connie, was talking to my sister at the end of the table. Torn wrapping paper covered half the living room. Balloons hit the ceiling every time the air conditioning kicked on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then Max spoke, and the noise around us faded away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Do we have to play the family game again?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I looked at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What family game, friend?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In front of me, my girlfriend, Maya, stopped smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She squeezed the glass of water tightly between her fingers.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he said quickly. “It’s just a silly thing we do on Saturdays.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max cheered up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“What family game, dude?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Last time I got 14 points.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“14 points in what?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Max \u2014said Maya, in a tone a little too harsh\u2014, finish the cake, darling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned towards her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m asking him, Maya.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Finish the cake, darling.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He looked me in the eyes for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was the first moment I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few months earlier, I would have confided almost anything in Maya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Especially when it comes to Max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four years before that birthday, I lost my wife, Talia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He looked me in the eyes for a second.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Max was only three years old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After she died, I stopped thinking about life in terms of years. I thought in smaller chunks: dressing Max, getting through the day at work, making him laugh before bed, sleeping, and then starting all over again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia had been the warmth of our home. She sang terribly while cooking, hung birthday decorations crooked, and spent years insisting she knew how to whistle, even though it sounded like air escaping from a tire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a long time, remembering those things hurt me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Max was only three years old.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

But, little by little, it stopped hurting.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three years after losing her, I met Maya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn’t force his way into our lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That’s what made me trust her.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The first time she met Max, he gave her a Lego astronaut and told her she had to be the villain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She accepted the role without complaint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Three years after losing her, I met Maya.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

A few months later, I came home with the groceries and stopped in the hallway because I heard Max laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dad!” he shouted. “Maya says there’s pizza on Mars.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Space pizza,” Maya corrected from the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max pointed at her. “She’s wrong.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I burst out laughing and leaned against the doorframe, watching them argue about their Lego spaceship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For years, every good thing Max did was accompanied by a “but”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You’re wrong.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Talia should have seen this.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that afternoon, watching them build something together on the ground, I felt something different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Hope.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Maya started spending more Saturdays with Max while I was working or running errands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself, Ezra,” he once told me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Talia should have seen this.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time Max turned seven, Maya already felt like part of our routine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That afternoon, I was sticking streamers all over the dining room when Mom came in with a tray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked up. “That one’s crooked.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Max insisted.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Mom smiled. “Talia always said that crooked looks more interesting.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mom put them crooked on purpose!” shouted Max from the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That one’s crooked.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I smiled. “That’s what she said.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom handed me the tray. “I’m glad to hear you speak so highly of her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“It doesn’t hurt like it used to.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He stared at me for a second. “And Maya?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glanced toward the table. Maya was helping Max remove the frosting from his shirt while he laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m happy, Mom.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I’m glad to hear you speak so highly of her.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I’m glad, darling. Nothing and no one will ever take Talia’s place, but you two deserve to be happy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I believed it too.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An hour later, I was sitting next to Max when an innocent question changed everything in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We have three jars,” he explained to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned towards him. “What kind of jars?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You two deserve to be happy.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

” Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom stopped moving the fork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What’s in ‘ Yesterday’<\/em> ?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“If I talk about Mom.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

My stomach tightened, but Max kept smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

” Yesterday<\/em> wasn’t bad,” he quickly added.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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” Yesterday, today and tomorrow.”<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“No?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No. It’s just that it doesn’t help me win.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I took a look at Maya.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She had become completely still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And what helps you win?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

” Today<\/em> and tomorrow<\/em> .”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That doesn’t help me win.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Okay. How do you get points from Hoy<\/em> ?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“When Maya and I do things together.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That sounded harmless.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“And what about tomorrow<\/em> ?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max swung his feet under the chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If I say ‘mom’ to Maya.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence fell over the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“If I say ‘mom’ to Maya.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Maya leaned towards me. “Ezra, I can explain it to you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Give me a minute.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn’t take my eyes off Max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“What difference does one point from Tomorrow<\/em> make ?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I can tell people that she is my mother.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mouth got dry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Give me a minute”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“And we take rounds of photos.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What happens in those rounds?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We chose photos for Tomorrow<\/em> .”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“What photos?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“The ones Mom isn’t in.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom slowly placed her fork on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“What happens in those places?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Maya pushed her chair back. “That’s not what I meant.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Then let it finish.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He did not respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That silence gave me a cold feeling inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at Max again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That’s not what I meant.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Anything else, friend?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nodded enthusiastically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s a surprise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My heart started beating faster.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“What kind of extra?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If I don’t talk about my mom all Saturday, I get five extra points.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Anything else, friend?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

For the first time, Max realized that nobody was smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked from one to the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did I say it wrong? Maya? Did I mess up the rules?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I took his hand.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“No, friend.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I looked directly at Maya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Have I broken the rules?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“You said it perfectly.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max smiled, waiting for you to understand the game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thought about all the Saturdays I had left him with Maya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every time I had left believing that I was with someone who respected our family, who respected me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why didn’t you tell me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Why didn’t you tell me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then he said, “Maya said not yet.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“He said it was a surprise,” Max continued. “For when I’ve really become a good member of our new family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the blood drained from my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya extended her hand towards me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Maya said not yet.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Ezra”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned back in the chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We’re not going to do this here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Please”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Not in front of him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned to my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mom, can you help Max with his presents?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Not in front of him.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He got up immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come on, birthday boy. I saw a box that looked suspiciously huge.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max jumped up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Before leaving, he looked at me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Did I win the game?” he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I got a lump in my throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Come on, birthday boy.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Go open your presents, friend.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as she left, I turned back to Maya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“To the kitchen.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He followed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as we were alone, Maya crossed her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is coming from a seven-year-old boy, Ezra. Don’t forget it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I turned to Maya.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“He explained it quite clearly.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That was supposed to help him move on.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Rewarding him for not talking about his mother?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“That’s not what I meant.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So tell me what you meant.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya looked towards the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That’s not what I meant.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I thought that if he felt more comfortable with me, everything would be easier.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“For whom?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“For all of us. Talia is everywhere, Ezra. The photos. The stories. Max never stops talking about her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“She was his mother.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Maya’s eyes filled with tears. “I thought we were building something together.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We were doing it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So why weren’t we moving forward?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Talia is everywhere, Ezra.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That left me speechless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her cheek dried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ve been here for months. I spend Saturdays with Max. I know his habits. I know what cereal he eats and what cartoons he hates. I thought that, eventually, you’d look at us and see a family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I already did”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“No, Ezra. I thought you’d see a family you wanted to last forever.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I thought that, in time, you would look at us and see a family.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“You thought that if Max started calling you ‘mom’, he would ask you to marry him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He did not respond immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That silence was enough.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I thought that would show you that he was prepared,” he finally said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ready for what?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“For me. For us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You thought that if Max started calling you ‘mom’, he would ask you to marry him.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I took a step back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So you weren’t helping Max move on. You were preparing him for a decision you wanted me to make.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That’s not fair to say, Ezra.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“That’s exactly what you just said.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya shook her head. “I want it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then you should have let him <\/strong>decide what<\/strong> you meant to him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I love you”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And the secret?” I asked him. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Because I wanted it to be something natural when it happened.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Therein lay the truth: it was not a silly game or a harmless exercise to strengthen ties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Why couldn’t he tell me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I opened the kitchen door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Go home, Maya.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Ezra, please.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Not tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, I took Max out for pancakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before asking him anything, I leaned across the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Go home, Maya.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Dude, you’re not in trouble.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stopped eating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not even for the secret game?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“About that, especially.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Max looked down at his pancakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maya said that good surprises have to be a secret.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Dude, you’re not going to get into trouble.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I leaned over the table and placed my hand on top of his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You don’t have to be good at forgetting someone.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max looked up. “But Maya said that remembering Mom makes you sad.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sometimes, yes,” I told her. “But that’s because I miss her. Talking about Mom doesn’t hurt me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Doesn’t it hurt?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That’s because I miss her.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

His shoulders relaxed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Even when I talk about how I didn’t know how to whistle?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I burst out laughing. “Especially back then.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max smiled and then dipped a piece of pancake in the syrup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maya said that if I got really good at Ma\u00f1ana<\/em> , you’d see we were ready.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Especially then.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Ready for what?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He shrugged. “So that Maya could stay forever.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That shocked me more than I expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Did he say anything else?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“He said that perhaps you would ask him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ask him what?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Ready for what?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Max frowned, trying to remember. “To be a real family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There it was again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya had not only been helping Max adjust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had been preparing him for the future he wanted me to choose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Did he ever move anything while they were playing?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Photos”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What photos?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“To be a real family.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Mom’s photos.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A lump formed in my throat. “Can you show them to me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That afternoon, Max took me straight to his bookshelf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Maya put this back there.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I reached behind the books and pulled out a framed photo of Talia holding him when he was a newborn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Can you show it to me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“She said that seeing Mom everywhere makes us sad. More you than me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have I ever told you that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No.” He shook his head. “But Maya said she knows adult things.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I took a look in the closet after he pointed it out to me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

There were two more photos on the shelf above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They weren’t broken.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

They hadn’t thrown them away.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Have I ever told you this before?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She simply removed them silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One by one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn’t a bad conversation.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, I took Max to Mom’s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After dinner, she opened an old photo album and Max went to pick up a picture of Talia, but he suddenly stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Grandmother?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I took Max to my mother’s house.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Yes darling?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can I see Mom today?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then she hugged him tightly.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“You never need permission to remember your mother.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max snuggled up to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Yes darling?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Mom looked at me over his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was no need to ask what Maya had done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My expression said it all.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later, when Max went to get something to drink, Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have you spoken to Maya properly?” Mom asked me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not yet”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He touched my arm. “Then do it. Make sure the decision is yours, Ezra. Not anger’s.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That sounded so much like Talia that I almost smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The following afternoon, I asked Maya to come over to my house.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Max stayed with Mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Maya came in, she saw the bag by the door. She had put everything she had forgotten in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Make sure the decision is yours.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Are you serious, Ezra?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I left Talia’s picture on the counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You told Max that this photo hurt me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

Maya’s heart sank.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“It’s true?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Because?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sat down slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

Did you do it?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Because I got scared.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was not the answer I was expecting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“About what?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“That, in reality, there was no future for me here.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I remained silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya dried her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Because I got scared.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“You talked about someday. Maybe about living together. Maybe about something more. But nothing ever changed. We’ve been together quite a while, Ezra. Try to understand it from my point of view…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“So you thought Max could change it for you.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I thought that if he started to see me as his mother, you would see the same thing I did.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And what was that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A family that was prepared.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“We’ve been together for quite some time, Ezra.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I clenched my jaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ready for me to propose.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She lowered her gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Yeah”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

At least he was finally telling me the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Every time I walked in, I felt like I was waiting for someone to tell me what role I was allowed to play.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You already had one.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Ready for me to propose.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“It didn’t seem like a definitive thing to me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You should have told me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked down. “I was ashamed to feel jealous of someone who wasn’t even here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

I put the other two photos I had hidden next to the first one.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Maya covered her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s where you lost me,” I told him. “Not because you wanted more. Not because you wanted to get married.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“It didn’t seem like something permanent to me.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You made Max responsible for getting you there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“I know”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“You turned her memories into points. You told her what I supposedly felt. You made her believe that loving her mother was holding us back.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her voice broke. “I thought that if the house changed a little, we would finally feel like a real family.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We already were.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“You turned their memories into dots.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She began to cry harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I love you, Ezra.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I loved you too.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

Maya looked towards the bag.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Is there any way to go back?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thought about when Max asked Mom if he could see Talia’s picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“I loved you too.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Why do you hate me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

I stared intently into her eyes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Because I cannot build a life with someone who tried to force my son into a role he never chose.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She reached into her bag and left my spare key on the counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stopped at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Why do you hate me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“I never meant to hurt him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I believe you”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned to look at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But you wanted that ending so badly that you wanted to control how we got there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya lowered her gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“I believe you”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, I took Max home and left the three jars on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shall we play again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“No way”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I removed the labels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Shall we play again?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“What are you doing?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Get rid of rules you should never have had.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Max was looking at me intently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“What do we put on them now?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Whatever we want.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He thought about it for a moment. “Twenty-five coins?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Get rid of the rules you should never have had.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Maybe for an ice cream.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stones?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“If they are good stones.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That made him smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I brought him closer to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Listen to me. Nobody can decide how much you can love Mom. Not Maya. Not me. Nobody.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

That made him smile.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Max nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And if anyone ever asks you to hide something from me because they say it’s better for our family, come and tell me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Even if they say it’s a surprise?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Especially then.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few weeks later, Max brought home a family project.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had included my mother, me, himself, and Talia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Especially then.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Next to them was an empty space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who is that for?” I asked him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Perhaps for someone else later.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he pointed to Talia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Who is that for?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“But Mom is staying.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Always”.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s when I finally understood something that Maya hadn’t understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our future didn’t need a substitute.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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