rocket in an open field.
The first attempt failed.
The rocket tipped sideways into the grass.
Milo laughed so hard he fell to his knees.
Dylan laughed too.
Then they reset it together.
The second time, it rose straight into the sky.
I stood a few yards away with the old silver heart necklace around my neck, watching my son point upward.
For once, nobody was laughing at me.
And I no longer needed them to understand my worth before I could understand it myself.
