No man told me how slapped I would feel in the wake of his abrupt exodus for college. You bleed for eighteen quick years doing what you pray is right by a boy then just like that he’s gone and his room sits ashamed. Wasn’t it just weeks ago there were five chairs around the kitchen table? Now there are only four of us. Its true this makes for more personal space at meals but I find myself often cramped and unhungry. Unsonned. If I wasn’t at least 91% certain this first born was rightly placed and timed then God only knows what a man might do with the resulting sharp shards of his happily broken heart. No man tells a man of this mark. It must be earned.