Books were stacked on one side.
Headphones rested beside the computer.
A backpack sat half-open on the floor.
As I reached underneath the desk to retrieve a sock, I spotted the mysterious object.
It was smooth, white, and about the length of my thumb.
One end was slightly rounded, while the other looked worn.
The more I examined it, the more confused I became.
Letting My Imagination Run Wild
Parents naturally want to protect their children.
When we don't immediately recognize something, it's easy to imagine the worst.
I briefly considered searching online, but then realized that internet searches often create more anxiety than answers.
Instead, I decided to wait until my son came home.
