The Counting Game
The time she was too hungover and the security guard found her son asleep on the playground bench his backpack a pillow the time they counted fireflies in the backyard the time she missed his science project for drinks with the guys the time they counted fireflies in the backyard the time she skipped his graduation for the new bartender the time they counted fireflies in the backyard the time the drunk boyfriend kicked him out of the house for good and his mom kept quiet but slipped him $100 and after that there were no more fireflies to count.
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It is painful to feel so much guilt and this story is a good portrayal. You must have been crying when you wrote it.
A poignant story of a mother sun relationship, beautifully written in prose poem format. The smooth flow of words capturing the stark reality and wishing things were different, ending with hope in the offing.
Stark and deeply moving. Thank you, Roberta.
thank you so much this is a good story.I think others people will like the story.
This is so fluid and gentle and heartbreaking. The way it goes from an accident, to not a big deal, to a really big deal, to the breaking point. Well done.
Thanks so much for your detailed comment, it was hard to write this one!