Precious Colin, suddenly shoved to the edge of his mother’s life because she was consumed by her grandsons, was beaten.
Colin had never been shouted at, much less hit, before. This confirmed his belief that his nephews were precious. He was not.
If he could have run away, he would have.
For two years Colin suffered, for dare Keith or Joey say; “Mom! Colin hit me!” or “Mom, Colin took my french fries!” without question, Miranda would race in, strap flying.
Then came the happiest moment of Colin’s life. His brother, Nick, remarried and took Keith and Joey away.
Colin returned to being his mother’s precious son.