I'm participating in the Slice of Life at Two Writing Teachers this month.
I'm on a borrowed PC computer while my Apple is in the shop.
I can't figure out how to download the SLICE graphic on this computer.
So we've had a rocky, rocky year.
Issue after issue after issue.
And now he's home.
Has been home for three months.
Still doesn't have a job.
Doesn't have any idea of what he might want to do.
Doesn't always do his own dishes.
Drives me crazy on a pretty regular basis.
Still, every once in a while,
I see a glimpse of the man K might become.
I saw that man last night.
Son #1 was giving me a hard time.
A really hard time.
And I had had a long day.
And I was really tired.
And I went down the basement.
And burst into tears.
K followed me down the stairs.
"I'm sorry, Ms. W.
I'm sorry he's acting like that.
You don't deserve to be treated like this.
And then he sat down.
Just sat there for about twenty minutes.
Not saying anything.
Just sitting there
keeping me company.
That's new for him.
I like it.
It's really nice
after years and years
I really like this man