Mama, how come Captain Winston’s hair can touch his collar…

““Mama, how come Captain Winston’s hair can touch his collar and mine can’t?” Jake eyed her, wondering how she was going to respond. “Because Captain Winston is a grown man, Andrew. And grown men can decide for themselves how long they want their hair to be.” Andrew frowned as he climbed down from the stool. “But boys with mamas can’t?” Jake could tell Aletta was trying not to smile. “That’s right. Once you’re older, then you can decide for yourself how long you want your hair to be.” Andrew seemed to let that settle in, then turned to Jake. “Has your mama died, Captain Winston?” Jake nodded. “Yes, Andrew. She has.” “Your papa too?” “Yes,” he answered softly. “And my only brother.” “Do you miss ’em?” “Every day.” “I miss my papa too.” Andrew bowed his head. Jake knelt beside him. “You know, as the years have passed, I can still feel my family with me. In here.” Jake touched the place over his heart. “Just like you’ll do with your papa . . . who was a very wise and good man. And you’ll grow up to be just like him someday.” Without warning, Andrew launched himself at him, and Jake hugged him close, the little boy’s arms around his neck about the best thing he could ever remember feeling. “It’s going to be okay, buddy.” “You promise?” Andrew whispered against his neck. “I promise,” Jake whispered back, praying he could be part of keeping that promise in the boy’s life.””

— Tamera Alexander