That Saturday, I took Angela and Lucy to visit with my mother in Boston. It’s a trip we haven’t taken in many years. I had stayed away after Lucy’s birth, unable to understand nor stand my mother’s continued faith in God.
But now, I longed to see her. I hoped she had answers for me, as I now had lots of questions to ask her. I also hoped to mend the broken bridges with her and my siblings, who had stayed close through the years.
“Darren!” she greeted cheerily at the door. “What a lovely surprise!”
“Hi, Mom!” I smiled sheepishly, receiving her warm embrace.
“Angela! Lucy!” she hugged Angela and stroked Lucy’s face affectionately, before ushering us into her home. “God has sought to bless me today,” she began her usual thanksgiving. Today, Angela and I simply exchanged looks and smiled.
“So, to what do I owe this honour?” Mom asked, when we’d all settled down to some tea. She looked at me intently, and something told me she wasn’t as clueless as she was making out to be.
“It’s just been a long time overdue, Mom. I’m sorry I stayed away for so long. How are you?”
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