He had questions, large ones, but knew not who would provide the answers. For hours he stayed in his room with the door closed, away from his mother. ...e had left the mosque after giving a strong speech, like the actor, who after a stunning performance, leaves during the fanatical applause.The snow beyond his window fell rapidly, filling the sidewalks and dusting Riverside Drive. He looked through the window, not moving a muscle, only staring vaguely at the absent-minded snow. He thought he. So last summer, July 2003, we all gathered for the traditional two weeks and had our usual wonderful time. Olivia shared her wonderful tales of motherhood with me and I'd laugh with her as she told them and then cry about them later each night. Derrick was wonderful, of course, but he'd just never understand what I truly wanted from him. One early evening, after dinner, Olivia and I were up on the "Widow's Walk" (if you don't know what it is, go look it up!) and I was freely swigging a nice. Anger was starting to roil in my stomach, so I forced the thoughts of my mother away. Last night had been amazing and I was still feeling good about it to ruin it by wasting energy on her. She didn't care about me, so why should I waste time thinking about her. My family had come over for dinner last night, my dad, and my sisters Shannon and Missy, and their boyfriends, George and Damien. After dinner I had made love to both my sisters. It was so beautiful and amazing. I have no idea why we. So many of those things that so fascinated me about my own c***dren, I now saw in her. I hadn't fallen out of the sky -- I'd been born like anyone else, and this was my mother. My head spun with the realization.It was late afternoon when we arrived at her house, and she poured me a glass of wine while she prepared dinner. I felt almost like a k**, watching his mother cooking dinner, just hanging with her, and talking about my life, where I'd been and what I'd done.Dinner was amazing -- "I'm a.