I Panicked When I Found A Biker Sleeping On My Porch Until I Saw The Note In His Hand!

That night, Thomas gave me a leather vest of my own. Embroidered on the back were the words “David’s Mom.” I wear it with a pride I can’t quite describe. To the world, I might look like an unlikely addition to a biker gang. To me, I am finally part of the family my son chose for himself in the dirt of a distant land.

I realized then that angels don’t always wear white or have wings. Sometimes they wear scuffed leather, carry heavy burdens of guilt, and collapse on your porch in the middle of the night just to keep a twelve-year-old promise. My son is gone, but through Thomas and the Guardians, he is still watching over me, ensuring that I am never alone on the long road home.