When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
I asked.
“I asked again.”
“And?”
“Same answer.”
“You were an adult.”
“I know.”
“Did you try?”
He looked down.
I asked.
“I asked again.”
“And?”
“Same answer.”
“You were an adult.”
“I know.”
“Did you try?”
He looked down.