The Shirt
“So why would you send me a photo of her wearing the shirt I bought her before you left?” Did you hand it over to her? Is it meaningless to you?” She cried into her phone. She had been struggling without her son’s support. He scowled as he looked down at the shirt, which was now in a heap of laundry on the floor. He was quite attached to the garment. On the front was the cover image of one of his favorite albums. He suddenly realized why his mother was so furious.
The Shirt
An Explanation
“No Mom,” “I didn’t give it to her, she was just wearing it because she wanted to be comfortable,” he groaned over the phone. He spoke openly. Mari remained silent on the other end of the phone line. “And I’m not going to replace you with anyone.” I could never replace you as my mother,” “But I want you to meet Alina,” he exhaled. I’m madly in love with her, and it would mean everything to me if you could get along.”
An Explanation
