mother buy it for you?”
“What? My mother? You are
my mother.”
“I’m your mother? No, I’m not
your mother. Where’s your
mother?”
I was so confused. “You’re my
mother.”
The cashier looked at her,
looked back at me, looked at her
again. She shrugged, like, I have no
idea what that kid’s talking about.
Then she looked at me like she’d
never seen me before in her life.
“Are you lost, little boy?
Where’s your mother?”