Sparks by Yolanda Olson

My son is a good man.
I know what you think about him, because I know what he’s done, but you have to understand that it’s not his fault.
He was something of a misanthrope in his youth and that can be attributed to his father.
Please understand that I will take the blame for my part in wrecking his soul, but it’s so hard to resist a boy so sweet.
He’s always loved me most of all and I took advantage of that.
Until you feel what I felt in his arms don’t judge me too harshly.
Don’t hate my son for the sins of his mother.
I betrayed his trust.
I made him into the man he’s become.
God help me.
This is my confession.