14 years old
Your arm was around me
You were my hero
I noticed the strength in your arm
I felt safe and loved
The veins in your arm were pronounced, bulging, appearing to be at capacity of their designed function. I commented that your strength was that of a body builder.
You responded that they were like that from a treatment to keep them from collapsing from your days of drug abuse.
My thoughts shifted from admiration of your physical strength to your honesty, humility and intent to have your son not repeat the mistakes that held you captive so many years ago.