Mother's Vacation
Mother’s Vacation
1946 the warmest May ever in Norway, mother went camping
with her lover on an island. I was 8 and could boil potatoes and
look after myself, but evenings that had no darkness was long,
and this was before TV. A big war had just ended; mother was
free to be young. I was reading a travel book “Argentina” when
mother came back a bit earlier than planned, she looked radiant
and sun tanned. She spoke excitedly about fishing for crabs at
midnight boiling and eating them warm. I think she came home
feeling guilty for leaving. When she had spoken I continued to
read the book about the pampas of Argentine. She could not bring
herself to say she had missed me, and I was unable to tell her how
much I missed her... Next morning she went back to the island and
I boiled potatoes and ate them with tinned sardines and continued
to read books about great adventures.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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