How is your child?
Miriam
I sat alone in the temple, the golden rays of the evening sun filtering through the stained glass windows, casting shadows from the windows on the marble floors. I was on one of the meditation alcoves, staring intently at my phone.
My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the outline of the figure on the screen, holding back tears as I took a deep breath. I've been coming here every day since I arrived to pray for him. I wanted to mourn him too, to release the anguish in my heart but I couldn't.
Most of all, his last message to me, two days before he died was a chance to reconcile and confess everything to our daughter but… as usual, I was adamant because I thought I had all the time in the world.
I heard footsteps coming towards the temple and I hastily shoved the phone into my pocket, wiping the tears in my eyes as I composed myself into a meditation pose.