When I found that container in Henry’s freezer, marked with those three simple words in thick black ink, I should have walked away. I should have respected the boundary my son had clearly set. Instead, I opened it and discovered something that made me question everything I thought I knew about my own child – and taught me a lesson about trust that I’ll carry for the rest of my life.When I found that container in Henry’s freezer, marked with those three simple words in thick black ink, I should have walked away. I should have respected the boundary my son had clearly set. Instead, I opened it and discovered something that made me question everything I thought I knew about my own child – and taught me a lesson about trust that I’ll carry for the rest of my life.