BY HEATHER RATH
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“Mommy,” he said,
serious brown eyes
peering over the counter top
on tippy-toes
while I chopped
vegetables.
“When I grow up
I’m going to buy the house
next door
and live beside you
forever.”
I smiled down
at him,
my heart askew.
Thought of my
lonely, aging mother
five hundred miles away.