I waited.
Finally, he said, “I want to hear it.”
“You’re sure?”
“No. But I want to.”
We went to the living room.
I opened the front door and let my mother in.
She stepped inside slowly, looking around as if she had never really seen our home before. Maybe she hadn’t. Not as a place where people lived. Only as evidence of how far I had fallen from what she continue reading …
