She came home drunk. This was her first time!

He – Why are you so drunk? Where were you? I was worried sick.

She looked up at him and broke down in his arms.

She – I loved him more than I ever loved anyone. Why was he taken away from me?

He hugged her as she wept and she felt a tear on her shoulder. Minutes and then hours passed as they stood in the doorway and cried. He patted her head and she eventually dozed off.

He put her to bed, covered her with a blanket and slept in the chair next to her bed.

He woke up to the sound of her crying.

He – What happened? Please stop crying.

She – Our separation feels like the thread that refused to go through the needle.

He – But after all this time?

She – It always does.

He  – Try to move on.

She – How can I? He was my only son!

 

 

Author: Zainab Haji

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