The Pain and Joy in Letting Go
B-calm, D-light; Trying to keep the tension in control while waiting for the modem to connect, Sonia’s mind toyed with the labels on the vitamins. The annoying buzz persisting, her thoughts shifted to a conversation from the day before. “That’s the way of my mother.” the flight attendant was quoting Tristan. “First she sends her son off to Japan to become a man, and then she sends someone to bring him cookies.” She was still shaking her head at herself when the static ceased, and, envisioning the connection as a cord in lifeline to her son, Sonia fixed it on the map that Michael put up when Tristan left, and she brought it down on Tokyo.