tiny conversation

I just lost my job recently, a job I thought would last a lifetime, something I cared for and loved with all my heart. It breaks me into small pieces.

My son, saw me crying silently at my desk.

“Mama, what’s wrong?”

I’m sad. I said.

“No, you cannot be sad”

Why not?

“I love you Mama” and he showered me with kisses.

How lovely and sweet.

He is right, I can’t be sad. I have him.

So.. To light up my moment and get this heaviness out of my chest.

I said, “I want to go to the moon, would you like to come?”

“Mama, we cannot go to the Moon!”

Why not? I could ride a bike to fly to the moon!

Irritated now and almost a shout “Nooo…. You can’t ride a bike to the moon, it can’t fly and the moon is too far. You need a spaceship, we don’t have that. And… and… You need a space suit and you don’t have one. And you can’t leave me here and Tatay (Dad), we need to stick together.”

My son is five years old.

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