A text to a friend on her travels home:
Please let me know when you get home safe 💜
My ma always asked me to text her when I left, especially late at night or stormy days. She always was the worrying type even when I lived under the same roof. Nervously waiting for me to be home, for all of us to be home.
Unable to rest until I was safe, we all were safe.
I’d always been the “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll text” annoyed daughter. Such an inconvenient frustrating demand for an independent woman like me.
Unable to see what that request meant.
Now I have no one to text, no one to worry about me with a deep desire that I return home safe. No one to love me so purely, with breath held waiting to be exhaled with a return home.
So Ma, it’s ok for you to worry about me now. And, I’ll worry for all till they return home.
Because now I see what I couldn’t when you were here with me.
