The Mother of The Sun

Part V of V. “Huh?” I say, staring at The Sun’s mother, my pride diminishing. She is looking down at the girl. “I didn’t even recognize her,” she sighs. “she’s gotten so old.” She turns and looks at me, sad-eyed. “You must understand. My son is a very temperamental┬áman. He goes out, he comes home, he stays out all night then spends seven months cooped … Continue reading The Mother of The Sun