Identity Crisis


She turned around reflexively before she realized that it wasn’t her boy calling.

“Mom, what is it?”, her own child asked.

She looked up at him, and smiled, as he finally reached the top of the slide.

“Nothing. Come on then, I’ll catch you.”


She looked at her husband and smiled. She walked towards him as he introduced her to his colleagues.

“This is my lovely wife.”

“Alice! Alice!”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were calling me. What is it?”, she turned towards her work partner as she called out her name.

She yawned and slept off embracing the night, forgetting who she really was. Or finding where she truly belonged.

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