November 23, 2007
Going Home Again
“You should come with me,” Mom said as I pulled her suitcase from the back of the minivan.
“Why?”
“Some of us miss you, Matt…”
“There’s nothing for me there, Mom. I’m sorry.”
“What about Carl?”
“He’s not going back…is he?”
“He’ll be visiting a lot more.”
“I don’t want to know.”
She pecked me on the cheek. “I’ll miss you, Matty.”
“Have a safe flight.”
“I love you.”
“Yeah…me too.”
I handed her bag to a skycap, showed him her ticket, slipped him three bucks in loose change, nodded at Mom, and hopped back in the van.
As I merged back onto the street, I saw her waving in the rearview mirror. I nodded at the reflection, but I don’t think she saw me.
Written by Girth McDürchstein on November 23, 2007 5:24 PM
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