In truth there was so little to be said. She had gotten off the plane with a sense of worry. She wondered if she would ever get to see her son again. He would be turning 14 in three days and she had not spoken to him in over three years. She had a feeling that he would not remember her or have a distorted memory of her as her absence probably made him cold and bitter. She would look for the warmth in his eyes and maybe that he would be okay. The day felt long. The plane ride felt infinite as thoughts of grand disappointment filled her head. She knew that he would yell at her and tell her that he never loved her and that she was a horrible mother. This understandably made her feel bad, but it also made her feel like she was being unfairly judged. He didn’t know the sacrifices she gave up to give him a good life. How could he be so angry at her and have this disdain for her memory. Maybe she could explain everything to him. She could look deep into herself and tell the truth. There would be a reason to give him hope. He didn’t have to be a statistic of another kid without a mother. She could feel the tears begin to fall down her face. She could feel the weight of every decision she has ever made on her shoulders. It was painful. Incredibly painful. How could she of been so careless with his feelings…not even a phone call. She was walking down the terminal hallway with its multi colored bright lights and empty modern lines. She thought of memories that she never shared with him. She began this journey five hundred miles away and now she would be seeing him. Would there be a smile or just a look of disappointment. She walked past a crowd of people and there he sat looking at her. She said “Maybe it will be alright.”
Part Two: Home
