Him

Weathered

"Eat your food" I glared at Matt who was refusing to eat the broccoli.
"When will mommy be home?" he asked looking down at his plate.

I wish I could answer him, but there wasn't one a four year old would understand.

I smiled at him and said "Soon."

Soon was always a good answer, it could mean whenever .

Matthew fell asleep in front of the TV at 8, and my mind was racing with all the possibilities of where my mother was, it's not the first time she'd done this so I'd think my mind wouldn't go into panic mode when it happened again, I just never knew if she was safe or not.

She was probably with her dealer or some random hook up, I just wanted to know if she was okay. For Matt's sake.

I wanted to be able to give Matthew a proper answer, I wanted him to be old enough to understand why his mom wasn't home, but at the same time I want him to look at her like she'd never done anything wrong, like she was the best person in the world.

My life's just gonna get worse when he figures out the world is a dark place.

At least he has around 4 more years before he figures out, or understands what's happening.

I should go out and look, I should at least call people.

But who?

It was around midnight when I moved Matthew, he didn't even wake up, I went to my room but I felt like I was being watched, it was probably my imagination, it had to be...