I was finally telling mum. And as she listened, calmly, one would presume what went on within her – parallel scenes that her motherly mind made from each piece I told. I made it real, the much I could, and she listened. Her affectionate eyes were journeying into the subconsciously created detail of what she heard. Somehow, she could see her son running; she saw me exposed and vulnerable. And I was sure she would run after me. I was sure Continue reading “Unforgettable 26th”