I smiled as I watched Ethan and my son, Jake, animatedly discussing their latest video game strategy. It was already past their bedtime, but I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt their fun. Ethan had become like a second son to me, and his frequent sleepovers were something I looked forward to just as much as the boys did.

Ethan’s parents were often busy with their demanding jobs, and I knew he enjoyed the warmth and stability of our home. I enjoyed having him around too. He was polite, funny, and always brought a positive energy with him.

Tonight, we had made their favorite dinner—homemade pizza with extra cheese—and spent the evening watching their favorite superhero movie. Now, they were camped out in the living room, surrounded by pillows and blankets, discussing their next great adventure.

“Okay, guys,” I finally said, walking into the living room. “Time to start winding down. You know the rules.”

“Five more minutes, please!” Jake pleaded, his eyes wide with hope.

I chuckled, knowing full well it was never just five more minutes. “Alright, but only five. Then it’s lights out, okay?”

They both cheered, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I knew this was a memory they would treasure, just as I did. Ethan caught my eye and gave me a grateful smile.

“Thanks, Mrs. Johnson,” he said softly. “I really like spending the night here.”

“Anytime, Ethan,” I replied warmly. “You’re always welcome here.”