Or when he doesn't
This morning I had a bad dream, But really it was a bad memory Of waking up, my mom standing at the kitchen counter I asked, "Did he come home last night?" Her face empty, calm, almost apathetic. "No, he didn't" "Do you know where he is?" "No, I don't" She's not apathetic at all, Just waiting to feel one of two emotions: Anger or sadness, Rage or grief. When he finally walks through the door, Or when he doesn't.