Why does she cry? Its the pain of a loved one, allowing them to struggle. The choice to withhold a helping hand knowing they will benefit in the end. They must grow, they must learn to stand on their own for one day she will be gone.
Why does she cry? He doesn't look back, he can't. A quick hug. "I love you mom," and then he's gone. Away for how long she wonders? Twenty years spent adorning him with her love, and now she has lost him to his own life. She won't allow herself to bear it too heavy. Compulsory cleaning begins.
Why does she cry? For her son, or for herself? She will be alone for at least the next couple of years, or possibly the rest of her life. Motherhood in its fullest sense is dead. She cries. It is painful, painful in her own heart. She cries because it is life coming to its end without her awareness. Something she intuitively knows cannot be fought against.
She cries for hope. His hope. She cries for his happiness. She cries because there is nothing left for her to do except cry, except hope, except pray, that he will find life and live with purpose.
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