mother and son

“i’m hungry,” i’d

say to mother.

she’d say “have

some bread and

milk.” “i’m sick of

bread and milk,”

i knew next she

would shrug her

shoulders, “then

you’re not very

hungry.” she

would go back

to dusting the

furniture. she

learned quickly

to ignored my

groans. “i made

your favorite

goulash for

supper tonight.”

she hollered

down the stairs.

that’s how i

knew she still

loved me.

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