Sylvia C.

In My Mother’s Shoes…

I am my mother, Rachel

I wonder if I am going to yell at Juju again.

I hear him spraying water everywhere...even in the house.

I see Sylvia trying to stop him.

I want to go out there.

I am their parent.

I pretend this did not happen.

I feel some water on me.

I touch the door and start to walk over to the patio.

I understand he does this all the time.

I say, “Sylvia never did this.”

I dream that Juju will be better one day.