When I was a little one, my mom took off for parts unknown.
My father must have expected it, because he didn’t seem too irritated by it.
Instead, he took over sole parent duties, as well as life carried on. Later on in my life, when I was graduating high school, I heard from her again. She sent me a card with a small amount of cash in it, telling me how proud she was of me. It turns out she had decided to head to a community of artisans to make handmade furniture with her secret wifey, who was now her partner. She invited me up to visit them, as well as see the studio where she regularly worked to build custom built furniture. It was a very strange thing to me, but I am glad I went, primarily because I came away with some of the most breathtaking wooden furniture I’ve seen in all my years. At least I can see if my mom ran away for a crazy reason. She most definitely did it better than anyone else could have, because her handmade furniture was selling in local places for thousands of dollars. Not hundreds, but thousands, all for simple but adorable wooden tables, chairs, as well as living room sets. What was basically rustic, traditional woodwork had been taken to the next level, as well as now was considered valuable high end furniture. Putting together this custom built furniture was a pretty huge section of the life Mom felt she needed to live. I don’t think her giving me a lot of handmade wooden furniture earns my forgiveness, but it definitely is a decent start!