The sun is warm on my cheeks, my long hair is twirling in the wind, and I am smiling. The new summer grass is prickling my bare legs as I adjusted my skirt beneath me. The small grassy hill is lumpy and
There are 357 mothers here today and I am the only one who has a son who is not talking to her. I am the only mother who has gone an entire year whose son refuses to speak with her. I am
My mouth is dry and my heart is thumping in my chest. I know he feels the same way because I can feel his rapid heartbeat from two feet away. Jaw clenched as he is chews on his lower lip and his