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“Quest?” She stepped out of the closet, her arms filled with plastic hangers, some broken, some not. “What kind of a quest?”
“I’m not sure.” I perched on the edge of the bed and watched her
painstakingly separate each hanger into color coded piles. There were
some days I wondered about this woman.
“I see and you are telling me this because….?” She let the words
trail off as she gathered up the plastic rainbow once more, with all
intent of heading to the laundry room.
“Because they said before I left, I’d need a mother’s blessing.”
She froze in the doorway, a mask on her face as if she didn’t quite
trust herself to look at me. “I’m not your mother, Kyle.” She said, at
last.
“No. But you’re the closest thing I have to a mother.”
(C) Sara Harricharan