Your Son
KillJoy998
"Can I go to Art school?" your eldest asks you and your ex wife.
"Why?" and you wonder why your voice doesn't listen to you at all.
"I want to do something I'm good at, to make you proud," he answers, and you wonder how this five year old with brown hair with an innocence to him turn into a seventeen year old raven haired talented young man.
He won't be happy anymore, but you realised as long as he's safe, it doesn't matter.
"Just stick to school," you dismiss and you try not to cry so hard.
You don't want to seem like a baby, but Gerard, no, Gerard just nods and storms out of the room, slamming his door in the process.