He jumped up excitedly when he heard the sound of a large vehicle approaching. “They’re home,” he cried and was passing through the door before I could say anything.
“They aren’t riding the bus today. They have after school activities today,” my words caught up to him.
He ran back to the table as tears over took him. His kinesthetic personality and general good nature sometimes mask his kindness and caring soul. He buried his head in my shoulder till either he regained control or his grief lost hold.
“It’s ok to cry.” I patted him. “Why are you crying?”
“I miss them,” he said said, his words small, as emotion seemed to finish washing passed him. It was as if he road it like a surfer on a wave, neither fighting the wave nor gaining control of of the wave.
“I miss them too,” I said. Because I have. And I feel tears sting my nose as my eyes imperceptibly water.
He moves away to talk over Legos with his little brother. And the wave recedes back into the sea.
Copyright 2019 J. A. Goggans
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I know exactly who you are talking about. I can see him in my mind’s eye as he hears the sound of the school bus and then the look on his face when you tell him they won’t be home until later.
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