On Mother’s Day, I throw a penny in the fountain outside City Hall. I want Mother to come home.
There’s no response, just the clink of the penny, the whoosh of water, and reflections dancing.
I throw a second penny. Wish for Mother to write. Can she just say she loves me? I want her to explain likening motherhood to a hamster wheel. Tell me why.
With the third penny, I want to forget. Stop wondering how some mothers love and others don’t.
I wish I could be a penny, beautiful, dignified, and accepting.
I have to stop wishing.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, Café Lit, and Ariel Chart, among others.