Grateful for You
“It’s time to come home, Jared. You’ve been gone long enough.” Mom called me at least once a week for a chat, but this was the first time she’d asked me to return to the family farm.
“You know I can’t do that.”
She sighed. “Can’t or won’t?”
“Does it matter?” I asked as I leaned back against the brick wall of the restaurant where I worked the evening shift as a cook. “My coming home won’t change what Walt did.”
“Have you considered that Walt did what he did to get your attention?”
I scoffed. “What? No! He couldn’t stand the pressure of being out and proud, so he took the coward’s way out.”
“And you know this for certain because you took the time to talk to him after the incident, right? Wasn’t it you who left home a week later without speaking to him, not even once?
