I stand in the kitchen doing dishes. Christopher is in bed sound asleep, and I miss him. I want to see his smile and hear his laugh. I grin to myself as I put the rinsed dishes into the drain. “I’m a mom.”
“MAAHMMA!” he cries. But what do I care? He has done nothing for my love. I’m too intent on getting away from that THING that I miss his arms stretched out to me.