Nathan
Sprinkling her mother’s remains has taken a toll on my wife. She is very quiet on our way back to the apartment. She sits on the couch and blankly stares into nothingness. I wish I can know what she is thinking. I wish I can take away her pain. I take her feet and place them on my lap and massage them.
“I know that I can never replace your parents, but I promise to be by your side till death.”
“Thank you,” her voice is faint and heart-breaking.
I recall how I felt when I lost my parents. It’s a void no one can fill. Hers is worse because she had so much more going on at same time.
“No, Babe. Thank you for accepting me as I am,” I counter and she raises her eyebrows.
“As you are? How exactly do you think you are, Nathan?”
“Are you going to be mad if I answer truthfully?” I
