Chapter 9
Kyle saw his mother in his mind’s eye and a wave of tenderness rose up in him. Yes, she was fat and looked older than her thirty-eight years, and yes, her clothes were cheap and she didn’t know when to quit with the blush and the blue eye shadow, but she was still his mom and had always been there for him. She was the one who’d put a cool cloth on his forehead when he had a fever, who’d kissed and bandaged the hurt away when he’d skinned his knee, who had read to him, and made sure he brushed his teeth. Later, she was the one who’d made sure he got his homework done and applied to university, even though he had argued endlessly with her that they couldn’t afford it.