Darkness had fallen yet a single light lit up the room.
Three steps off the bus. She’s in tears.
The bus doors clamber shut and it begins to pull away.
As she gets closer I watch as her shoulders begin to heave.
Words of devastation tumble forth.
“What did I do wrong?” "Where’s my partner in crime?" "Why doesn’t she want to be my friend anymore?"
A dark space lingers between what was and what is.
Once described as strong and united, her friendship has turned cold and distant.
My mind is in a state of panic. What's the "right thing to say" or "the right thing to do?"
And then I remember.
I am someone’s everything.
Rather than push by me she runs to me. Rather than escaping to her room, she finds comfort wrapped in my arms. She cries her pain out in my presence.
I am her everything.
Me, yes me. Her mother.
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