Walking On The Eggshells

Who could he be?

I always wonder. He had to be someone special for my mother to give up her life for him. Mom jumped off the cliff for him leaving me, her own flesh and blood, behind.

It has been years but the dread and yearning is always there—as if a part of me is missing. There is restlessness, grief, and vulnerability.

For years, I have been a wandering spirit roaming around in search of solace. I am desperate to fill in anyhow.

I wish I could see him, meet him, talk to him. I want to shake him by the collar and ask him why he did what he did.

Did he really play around my mother as the wise one claims? Was there no love, devotion, and sacrifice on his part? Why did he not die along with my mother?

The subjects call my mother a fool and a traitor for choosing him above all of us. Why did he mock her faith?

I want to see the creature who made me so bitter. Where is he now? Who is he? How is he spending the remnants of her life without her? Why did he disappear when he