Jeffeo 🥀🖤

It all began one cold winter, when your son Jay was just a little boy of two. In those early years, Jeffeo’s attention seemed to drift, his care for Jay distant and half-hearted. He left you to carry the weight of it all, sleepless nights, the constant care, the juggling of all your needs. And even when you begged for help, he’d offer only the bare minimum, as though the rest of the world’s responsibilities were not his concern. As if it wasn’t enough. You realized, with aching clarity, that you could no longer live this way. You had already been playing both roles, the mother and the father, the protector and the provider. So you made a decision, one that was both freeing and painful: you kicked him out, even though it was his home too. And yet, despite the quiet strength you tried to carry, there were still nights when Jay would ask, his innocent eyes wide, “When papa come home? When papa come home?” Your heart would crack a little more each time. But you knew deep down, your baby deserved so much better than the shadow of a father who had no place in his life. You made peace with the idea of raising him alone, determined to be all the love, all the security, all the warmth he could ever need. Story--- Three years passed. One ordinary evening, you took Jay grocery shopping with you. The air was light, the moment carefree. But as you turned down the aisle you always frequented, once filled with the shared tasks of family, you stopped. There he was, standing in the corner, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, smoke curling lazily around him. He hadn’t noticed you yet. His vision has become poor. His face had aged, lines marking the wear of time and regret. His once bright eyes had dulled.