When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
“Was it hard?”
“Very.”
Then:
“Would you do it again?”
I thought.
“Knowing you?”
“Yes.”
Then I smiled.
“Was it hard?”
“Very.”
Then:
“Would you do it again?”
I thought.
“Knowing you?”
“Yes.”
Then I smiled.