I met my mom today, after many tumultuous months, I could finally stand to sit in her presence. Her tone was soft, her instinctual form reigned in with begrudging hesitance. My wariness wasn't missed by me as I sat in the chair beside her, unsubtly shuffling it an acceptable distance away while still being in an unfamiliar, lost, proximity to her.
I ate food made by my mom today. She hasn't made anything for me in months. Oven samosas, something easy something simple. She hasn't stressed or strained, just the light preparation of a meal for her family. My heart feels light too. Lunch isn't stressful.
I can't look at my mother just yet. I tested out turning my head slightly but her existence in my peripheral was too much. That's okay, I'll take it slow. The comforting blur of my glassless eye makes this unspoken confrontation easier.
I felt my mother looking at me today, glancing over every now and then in anticipation. Looking for a fight or reconciliation, I don't know. I never looked back. Samosa, wedges, and ketchup.
I don't know if I want to be around my mom again but if I can sit for a few quiet moments and eat without looking, I will be okay.
#I sat with my mom today.
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I met my mom today, after many tumultuous months, I could finally stand to sit i...
this hits painfully close to home and does a good job at describing the unsettled tension of past family issues even coming up in casual settings years after it’s happened. and the way it ends hurts my soul. I hope you’re doing okay. Great writing. 