Waltz Of The Mothers

A boy's mother leaves him to move in next door, and the boy discovers a hidden side of his mother.

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Mother moves in next door. Says she needs space. Wants us to understand.

I look into her window at night. She waltzes to Tchaikovsky. How graceful she is, moving from one corner to another, arms outstretched, legs moving in tandem. Is she thinking about childhood? She dreamed of being a ballerina.

Sometimes, I want her home. But I feel selfish. This is a mother who smiles, doesn’t lose patience. A mother who doesn’t call me emotional. Tell Dad to stop making her feel brainless.

She returns when I fall sick.

Slinks across tight rooms. Doesn’t dance.

I hope she’ll go home.

By Yash Seyedbagheri

From: United States

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