Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good a...out it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room,. When guys get torn to pieces it can be difficult to distinguish who is who. The only identification is often an identity dog tag. It seems that my mother had received a telegram telling her that I was, ‘Missing presumed dead.’ She passed this premature news on to Claudia. It took a while before the authorities learned I was a prisoner and not dead, and so I received no letters from mother or Claudia until the fatal one arrived from mother. The core of mother’s letter as far as I was concerned. ” I told her.Her eyes looked harder, then widened as recognition set in.“Luke! Oh my Lord!” She exclaimed, and stepped out of the door, and down the steps to me. Her hands cupped the sides of my face as she examined it with her eyes starting to well up. “Oh my Lord! Look at you!”She pulled me down into a hug just as the dam burst with her tears. I hugged her back, to help her calm down. It took her a few minutes to get a hold of herself. Then took my hand in hers as she dried her eyes.“Look at. Suddenly on the stage, the best couple award was announced that was us Raghuram and Vidya. Everybody looked at our table. They assumed that my son and my wife are a couple and called them on stage. Here both my wife and son were stunned by the incident.My wife didn’t try to find me and the organizer was asking them to come on the stage. They both went on the stage in a shock. They went to the stage and got an award. Everybody requested a romantic dance from them.My wife and son did as they were.