58. “Dear Lou..”

“He taught me the meaning of true love”, said every mother I know describing their first-born. With the utmost form of protection in mind and with the cost of everything, motherhood turns women into the bravest soldiers one could encounter. Especially for her son.

Any mother, except Lou’s.

Born in the darkest winter of 2023, Lou’s cry is slipping amongst the cheering crowds, and his tears were drowned in the ocean of joys. Just five minutes before the fireworks strikes across the loudest part of this neighborhood tonight, I watched his mother walking against the crowd. Alone and straight to a taxi waiting.

“…but where’s Lou?” I kept asking, as I dive myself into the crowds. “Why does nobody is looking?” I swore that I heard his cry is getting louder as I go, but still… I couldn’t find him. I would have asked someone to help, but nobody had noticed. Sad thing is, had I looked the other way for a split second, I would too. Selfish, but I wished you did not share the pain with me, Lou.

Although, I really am sorry that the shadow of a woman you‘d long to call mother chose fled off of the night to hold her dreams tightly than to hold you in her arms.