Motherless Child
He’d wanted to ask her so many things. He’d wanted to tell her that he’d known her father and the circumstances behind that. He’d wanted to show her his one and only picture of Jess and tell her about how they’d met. He’d wanted to tell her that despite what Dad’s journal looked like, there had been some good times.
Instead, he’d respected her need for distance and kept his own. He’d tried to be a son she could be proud of, while keeping the tentative stirrings of hope in his heart of finally having a Mother.
But he wasn’t the son she longed for. He wasn’t the child she lost.
Dean walked out of the room without looking at him.
Silence rang emptily in the cavernous room where he stood, echoing the blank space she had begun to fill.
Still a motherless child.
Instead, he’d respected her need for distance and kept his own. He’d tried to be a son she could be proud of, while keeping the tentative stirrings of hope in his heart of finally having a Mother.
But he wasn’t the son she longed for. He wasn’t the child she lost.
Dean walked out of the room without looking at him.
Silence rang emptily in the cavernous room where he stood, echoing the blank space she had begun to fill.
Still a motherless child.