In My Desperate Time

The morning of the next day, I present Frances with my requests, and to my surprise, he actually agrees.

I get into the car to go home and once I arrive home, I see my mother sitting at the entrance sorting out the vegetables.

“Mom”. I call out to her from a distance.

My mother raises her head to look at me with surprise and love which I have not seen for a long time. She has aged considerably over this period of my absence and her face has more wrinkles and her hair has become greyer.

I walk over and look at her with pain in my heart and say, “Mom, why do you have so many white hairs?”

My mother sighs and says softly, “What else other than thinking of you and your father? Each day that he isn’t around is torturous.” My mood begins to dive as I walk into the house with my mother.

lot of dishes. Even Frank is surprised

“Why are you back?”

roll my eyes at him and say impatiently, “Why

told us that you were

that incident happened, I was doing rather

chat a lot on topics that we

to work in the afternoon, I chat with my mother for another

to go out, he insists that I must be home before he goes back. My mother doesn’t keep me back

when I arrive. Frances comes back just as I finish preparing dinner. But

when I think about the issue of