The big pile of personal things in the small apartment made me nervous. Where in the world was I going to put them all? My son’s stuff was neatly placed in his little dresser and in the storage area under the big bed.
“I will make room for yours,” he had mentioned a couple of weeks before me moving in and I left it right there. I hoped I would pack light and leave behind most of my things, but it didn’t work. And here I was crushing his place with lots of clothes, shoes and and large cooking utensils. It was kind of him not to say anything when he loaded his car with all of this. Now I had to solve the problem.
“Mom, do you want some water?”
Adam poured a glass of water from the fridge and gulped it down.
“I’m fine, thank you!”
“It’s going to be hot today,” he mentioned and went to change his T-shirt. “Are you hungry?” he continued. “I can run to the store and get something you like.”
I was, but didn’t want him more trouble. “Don’t worry, son. I’ll eat something from here.” He passed by me on his way to the door and left a kiss on my cheek. “Everything will be alright. You’ll love it here.” Apron in his hand, he waved at me and left to work. He was a server at one of the restaurants in the city.
I saw a beef jerky bag in the kitchen and took a piece. It was sticky. The taste was a little different, maybe spoiled, but I ate it anyway. When I grasped the second piece I had the common sense to put it back and throw the bag in the trash.
A strange cat showed up in the frame of the door and just sat there, looking at me.