I get a call yesterday morning.
"Hi mom. Listen. The Cornell bus gets in around five. Please be home because I have no money to pay for the cab."
"What about your bank card?"
"The one I have isn't working. I ordered a new one that I had mailed to the house."
"Okay, then use your (really my) American Express card."
"Remember, that expired and the new one was also sent to the house. I don't have one I can use."
"Okay; I'll be home."
Around 4:30 he arrives. I last saw him just a couple of week ago; still it feels great.
I am going to try really hard to not nag and not complain about the things that would normally annoy me.
We eat a quick dinner and Alexander invites some friends over. I say nothing when I'm awoken at 12:30 with some loud, animated discussion about football draft picks. Actually, I like the sound of Alexander's friends in our house.
I wake up this morning to loud, thumping music. This sound I don't like. It's early, and Alexander needs to leave soon for jury duty. I just yell out, "Good morning," and say nothing about the music.
A few minutes later Alexander asks, "Where's your Metrocard? I'll get one later." I simply tell him it's in my wallet.
"I still have no money. Can you give me money for a bagel?" I do.
He leaves. I look at his room, remembering with affection how it looked before he arrived home.
And how it looks this morning.
Still, it's nice to have my son home.
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