I had no clue how long I had sat there, my Uncle by my side, and tears filling my eyes. My mind wandered with thoughts of the potential things my Mum may think of me… feel toward me… what if she resented me? That was a thought I had never considered before. But, I had never believed for a moment that my own mother could be scared of me until now. What if she remained scared of me over all these years? That was not something a mother should feel toward her son. The very thought sickened me. Our closeness had always been something that brought me comfort after my Dad died. She was all I had left. Now I could not help but question if that connection we shared had simply been an act? All through fear?
It was only as Uncle Harry’s hand touched my back in an attempt to bring some form of reass
