It is a gentle touch that folds firmly over my shoulder. The touch of a woman that knows how to take my pain away. I need not even have to turn my eyes and meet her gaze; I fold my own hand over her ever so tightly. With her, I can break down; I can completely unravel. And that is what I do. The instant I turn around, and she slides those protective arms around my shoulders, everything disappears
"Mom, I have missed you so much. He was being a fool; he did not want me to help him."
"Carson, you know what a proud man your father was. He would never admit defeat nor take the hand of those that offer him help. I think your father knew the wrongs that he had done, and he saw this as a justice he had to pay."
"Mom."
My eyes seek that of my princess, that is still standing in the shadows. I know that this will bring great pain, and not for a second do I expect her to understand.
