Where She Needed To Be

Carolyn Esposito Carpenter put another thin blanket over the huddled form of her son, Jonathan. The boy stirred but did not awaken. Stay asleep my little one. How ironic she still called him that, though he was taller than she was. Even so, he would always be that, her one joy still to be found in this life of pain. Yet it was sad she couldn’t have done better. The trailer was cold and dark, not unexpected since the power was shut-off. They at least had water until the end of the month. She turned toward the kitchen area, only a few feet away and grabbed the envelope for the past due electric bill. Pen in hand she wrote:

Jonathan,

Leaving for my new job. Will return tomorrow morning. If you need anything, see Cyrus at the Iron Horse.

Until then, love you. Mom

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