The Same Son

A story about a mother and her son

Photo by Oliver Ragfelt on Unsplash

“I should have had my dinner out! You called me for this shit you call dinner?!”

He was at it again. He was late as usual, as if he didn’t take much joy in food or dinners, let alone a conversation over dinner with his parents about his day — but no, his complaints about his mother’s food gave her the impression that it was for food he lived his life for…