Abandoned at Sea
After narrowly escaping death, I ran into the son I hadn't seen in years.
He was taller now, and the cold disgust that used to fill his eyes was replaced by regret and desperate longing.
He looked cautiously at me as he said, "Mom, I miss your home-cooked meals so much."
I ignored him, haggling heatedly with a seller at the farmer's market.
He bent down to pick up two onions that had dropped from my grocery bag.
"If you were alive, why didn't you come back? Dad said the past is in the past. He forgives you."
I let out an irritated click of my tongue, slapped two bills on the counter, and walked off.
Suddenly, he yanked the hem of my shirt tightly.
"Mom, are you abandoning us? Are you