I’m Derek Rosales. I work night shifts at a manufacturing plant just to keep our little house on Maple Street steady. My wife, Constance, teaches second grade. Our son Lucas is seven—normally loud, curious, the kind of kid who runs to the door the second he hears my keys.
My Son Begged Me Not To Work The Night Shift. “Daddy… Grandpa Comes When You’re Not Here.” I Called In Sick And Stayed Home In Silence. At 9:00 P.M., My Father-In-Law Let Himself In And Went Straight To My Son’s Room—The Door Clicked Shut, And My Son’s Voice Started Shaking. I Didn’t Kick Anything Down….
