The children of my friends
have all come and gone. Their spring
breaks happened over the past few weeks.
My son’s break begins today.
Yesterday afternoon I text
Alexander to ask when he’s coming home. “Proly 2 or so.” He later amends this to the bus leaving
around 2 or so. That means he should be
home around seven.
Great. I text him and ask if he wants sushi for
dinner. “Yes,” he immediately responds.
These kind of texts he doesn't ignore.
I imagine a nice Friday
night with my son. I haven’t seen
Alexander in over two months. We’ll
watch a movie or maybe a Law & Order. It’ll be nice. I’m looking forward to tonight. Have been all week.
But then last night I get a text
from Alexander. “Hey, actually don’t get
sushi, Daniel’s staying at our place on Friday.” Daniel is a friend of his from school who
lives in LA. I like Daniel; no problem I text. I guess our nice night in together will be
another night.
Then Alexander writes
again. He and Daniel are now taking a
4pm bus; they should arrive around nine.
The 4pm bus morphs into the
4:20 bus that morphs into the bus being delayed and finally arriving at Cornell
at 5:30, over an hour late.
Around 11, Alexander and his
friend Daniel arrive. My son is barely
recognizable under all the hair he’s sprouted since his last hair cut in
January, here in New York. I like long hair. It's just that his is unrestrained, and grows more up and out than down. Maybe there are no hair cutters in Ithaca.Though really, it doesn’t matter. He’s my
son. I'll always find him adorable.
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