She’s coming back, I believe her. She wouldn’t leave me out here in the cold and rain.
She’s coming back, I believe her. Her car will turn back at any moment, she’ll hold me, smile, say everything is okay and the memory of this day will fade away. Yes, this is what’s going to happen because anything else is unthinkable and unthinkable things can’t happen at all, can they?
She’s coming back, I believe her. She always took good care of me, said I was the most precious thing in the world. It’s not just blood that binds us or an impression of a womb. It’s love, pure and simple, the most powerful force in the universe. It crosses the distance, breaks all barriers. I love her. I know she loves me, too.
She’s coming back, I believe her, but it’s getting dark. I miss the light of my bedroom, the stars projected onto the ceiling. I can only see a blanket of night and billowing clouds, here. This is no place for me yet here I am. I’m hungry.
She’s coming back, I believe her. I have to, yet I’m afraid. I want to crawl away. However, if I do, she’ll miss me when she returns and that’s another unthinkable thing. I have to stay here, be patient. I wish I had a blanket at least.
She’s coming back, I… I… At last!
Mom, what took you so long? Don’t ever do this again, you hear? Now, please take me home and…
Who are you? You’re not a baby even though you walk on all fours and why are you growling at me? Go away, my mom is coming back, my mom is…