On a Friday there’s a different type of rush
home.
That feeling of wanting to be somewhere but forgetting that you’re already there.
Traffic.
Why does waiting have to be bad?
I remember the first day of first grade walking down the Freedom Boulevard in Riga.
Brivības iela.
An old, busy street.
Cars and busses kicking up the summer dust as it settles down.
We were walking to McDonalds. My brother and father were waiting.
To celebrate.
Are we there yet?
I asked in the heat.
“Where?”My mother asked.
I replied.
She smiled.
“Think about what you want. Think about the golden fries, the balloons, the Happy Meal.
Do you want it? Does it seem wonderful?
The anticipation is part of the prize.”
So I learned.
Waiting
before
Missing.
Penned by Alina K. A. 