On being a mother
You. The sun rose and set in the sky. The moon climbed high in the sky. It made no difference to her. She sat in the corner of the dark room, clutching an old, dirty shirt that belonged to her son. Her son who would no longer hug her, never say her food is bland, and never be late for school again. A long month of pain and illness, numerous visits to the doctor, and it all ended in her returning home with empty arms