Dad s Help 1
My son and I have been on our own now for a few years ever since his mother left, not to be heard from again. Jeff was 11 at the time and it took him several months to finally accept that his mother was gone for good. We did the usual things together, baseball in the summer, football in the fall, skiing in the winter. He seemed to adjust quite well and had several very close friends. One of the, Peter, lived next door and they spent a lot of time together doing the things boys do. They...