Babies

 

She was attending a festival in the town her son lived in.

Wandering around, enjoying the art and the music and the food, she began absentmindedly collecting them.

There were five in all.

When her son came home, he asked her where the babies had come from.

“No one was watching them, so I brought them home.”

He sighed.

“Mom. You have to take them back.”

“But no one was watching them!”

Patiently but firmly, he repeated it. “Mom. You have to take them back.”

Sullen and disappointed, she did as she was told.

But she wasn’t happy about it.