Farewell to Arms
Anxiety. Nervousness. Late. I sighed as I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the monitor knowing that it wouldn’t change anything. He was late. One day before he would be moving out of the country to graduate school he had promised to log on so they could say their good-byes. As his life at home with his parents was about to end so was the more stable part of their relationship. Even though he lived 6 hours away by plane, at least I knew that he would be available most of the...