My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

than thirty-one in that moment, like the version of her who used to steal my sweaters and leave the sleeves stretched out.

“Can I see him?” she asked.

“He’s not here.”

“Oh.”

“Rachel has him at home. Jason’s mom is almost there.”

She nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek. She used to do that before piano recitals.

“I didn’t know,” she said.

I stared at the continue reading …