Mia.
I threw a stone into the river, then pushed back a strand of my hair. It is late and freezing cold out here, yet I don’t feel the urge of going back.
I had made it a habit of running away during the night, to spend some time here alone or with my mother. Today, my mother couldn’t join me.
I didn’t get the chance to ask her why when I had gotten her message. All I knew was that she said she wasn’t going to be available tonight, which she had said the same thing yesterday and day before yesterday. I don’t know why I have this anxious feelings over why she hasn’t been able to make it out here.
“Maybe she always gets tired after she is done.” I tried to comfort myself.
It should be, knowing the type of hard working woman she has always been. Mother used to work as a server in the pac
