Yesterday Bossy and her daughter drove Bossy’s son to his bus stop, where he waits for the discount bus to deliver him into the belly of New York City.
It’s always the same, Bossy feels prepared for the inevitable goodbyes:
But as she watches her son walk away from the car, Bossy is flooded with separation anxiety. The world spins off its axis for a minute as the baby duck leaves the protection of its mother’s wing:
And then the tears come as Bossy drives off in the direction of her day. It never helps when Bossy’s daughter is there to remind Bossy that each song that comes on the radio is beloved by her son, who is no longer in the car to hear it.
It only helps, eventually, as the minutes turn to hours, that he’s happy in his life.