I Traveled Across the Country to See My Son but He Told Me to Wait Outside Like a Stranger

that has limits and requires tending and ought not to be assumed.

He had opened the door. He had come to the motel in the rain without an umbrella. He had let the silence on the drive back be honest. He had put my photographs in frames on his mantelpiece.

We had a long way to go. That was fine. Long ways are navigated in steps, and the first step was continue reading …