Looking at the picture on my phone while Mom and new husband battle the crazy weather, New York to/from Connecticut traffic, and each other to get us to the airport safely.
It was Saturday. We where picking my sister up in JFK. She went to school in Jogja. I went to my married life in Alameda. Now, back with family, it felt weird, awful and somewhat disturbing being back.
Connecticut was cold. New York was cold.
I wanted to pack myself up in my wife’s arms and just go to sleep.
I needed to sleep.
More FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CENTRAL posts @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple