Both sons went abroad. Have I had such a free
day since the birth of my children? It'll be a year and a half before I see
them both. We decided that my husband use the older son's cell phone and I use
younger son's cell phone.
The phone rang. Isn't the name of the older son
on it? What happened in the distance? I was embarrassed. "Dain?" My
husband, who decided to use older son's cell phone, said, "What's
wrong." I thought he was older son. I was disappointed with my husband's
voice. "Why? You startle people by making useless phone calls."
"You said you're free because you don't have kids."
My husband and I ate a simple dinner. "I'm
glad I'm free." I lay on the bed early. As soon as I lay on the bed on, I
heard footsteps coming up from downstairs. Is the son come home? "Did you
eat?" I jumped up and I was about to ask, but I realized they left far
away. I lay again. At the same time as the door opened, I heard the sound of
'Mom ~'. "Yes, did you eat?" But I realized that there were no sons
again. Whenever I heard the sound, I listened, mistaking it for the child's
call.
I frequently look at computers while waiting
for emails from sons, but there are no emails and only spam has been plastered.
Finally, I got email from younger son. ‘I am fine. I eat a lot. Don't worry.'
It was all there was to it. I was disappointed. Isn't there something else
hidden somewhere? I search every nook and cranny, but there is no more. I feel
empty and sad to lose all my energy. Why can't a child think of a mother
waiting for more news? If he wrote a little more, I wouldn't feel so stuffy.
He must be busy adjusting to the new
environment. He will write a long story in the next email. I've been waiting,
but I can't hear from them. I try to go in and out of chat sites, but I don't
have any. Finally, while doing in and out and luckily caught younger son.
Expecting a long answer from the child, I
diligently questioned. But he couldn't concentrate on what I was asking and
answered briefly intermittently. He must be busy chatting with his friends.
‘Good night,’ then I backed out.
When I woke up and turned on the computer
again, I finally got an email to older son. Opened the email with excitement.
However it was the same as the younger son sent me was 'eating well, doing
well.' I was disappointed with the content and lay down.
The children who have become accustomed to the
sound of 'did you eat?' that I have been saying for tens of thousands of times
since they were young think that the words their mothers want to hear most are
' I eat a lot?' My husband kicks his tongue at me, who has become busy with
looking at the computer hoping for long emails from sons.