Maple

5

I don't know how long I was at that bus stop but eventually, the grey sky turned to black and it began to drizzle again. I felt incredibly small. It made me think about my mother, they said she was one of a kind; tall, strong, smart, capable. Everyone always commented on her height and how beautiful she was for her age. She could have been a model, I think.

All my memories of her are a blur. Just a foggy dream. I could see her through blinding white headlights shining in the back of my mind and they wouldn't clear, not even for a moment. I was left with what it felt like to be nurtured, even if for a little while.

I'm not sure how any of it led to here, but somehow I ended up at this point in my life; spending the night at this wet, dark bus stop that smelled like cigarettes and rain.

I think this was meant to be.