On the First Day of School, the Teacher Called My Son by a Different Name, and He Acted Like It Was Completely Normal

Before dawn, I ironed my son Lucas’s shirt for his first day of first grade, wishing my husband, Travis, shared my excitement. He was asleep on the couch, hungover, and brushed me off. Lucas had been asking for weeks if Daddy would be there, and I promised he would. At school, Travis arrived late, disheveled….