Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

It’s odd. Some people never see it coming, others have a countdown, and I don’t know which is worse.

There’s not many things you can count on in life, but that . . . is one thing you can count on. It will rise and it will fall—no matter what. Don’t matter if you’re sick or sad. Don’t matter if there is war or there is peace. Don’t matter if you see it or you don’t. That sun. You can count on it.

“I love you, Mom. Thank you for having me, for raising me, for loving me, for being like the sun . . . the one thing I could always count on.”

He’s my family but he’s also a stranger. A familiar stranger, what an odd thing to be.