GLORIA’S POV:
As I sat across the small diner by the shore side I reflect on the events that had unfolded in a year. A year that brought not only twinge after twinge of pain for nor only me but my son too. His visits to his own home have lessened along with his vocal love for me. I have seen him like a ghost visiting the house at night when I was asleep alone in my room and then I would feel a slight kiss on my forehead and as soon as I would wake up to grab his hand he was gone. Like his father, he was gone for the night and the days. I remember the day his behavior became estranged so much so that for once I thought I had lost my son. But maybe I am not wrong. I am losing him bit by bit and didn’t I even know to what misunderstanding I was losing him to.
FLASHBACK
As I stepped into my
