A Mother's Loss

 I remember once on a very cold and gloomy day I was craving cookies. So  I braved the cold just to get cookies from the store. I ran into this mother who lost her son in the Iraq war. I had met her at the local doughnut store the year before and she told me their tragic story. I recognized her immediately and asked her how she was and she told me she was good. Of course she wasn't. The pain in her face was deep and telling. I really wanted to reach out to her and hug her right there in the store. But because I hardly knew her, I didn't. Instead, I drove home in the rain and cried.

 

 

 

Olivia McGuire