The Waiting

Don’t remember a time when my mother did not wait up for me to get home. Didn’t matter what age. Became an opportunity to talk about the evening and matters generally. Learned a lot, plus received an opportunity for a moral compass of sorts, which was not always used.

Issue is still current, though seems to be referenced to teenage years only. Lots of missed opportunities if the waiting ends.

I wait up, for anyone supposed to be coming back.


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