Michael

 

“His name is Michael!” the old woman said triumphantly, a sparkle in her eyes.

She had been trying to think of her son’s name all morning.

The young man who stopped by to help her every day smiled. “That’s a nice name.”

“Oh, he’s a lovely boy! I’m so proud of him” she told him, her face lit with maternal love and devotion.

“I just wish he would visit me more often. I really miss him” she said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“I’m sure he misses you, too” Michael said, gently setting her lunch in front of her.