She should run to him and hold him in her arms. But he will be angry if she does. He will say: I am a man now. I do not hide behind women. I do not need to be known as the son of a woman! And he will push her off, and spit at her feet, and never look her in the eye again. But perhaps one day, he will remember that she was there, that she wept for him, that her love surpasses all others. Perhaps one day yet to come.
