My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

violent hiss, steam rising in thick waves. The night was full of noise, but the world inside me had gone eerily quiet.

I looked down at Kenzo’s face, wet with tears and shining under the faint streetlight.

“What are we going to do now, Mama?” he asked, voice barely above a breath.

I had no answer.

Because the question wasn’t just where we would sleep.continue reading …