The son. The only one left. Going through her things. Going through her house. Going through the things in her house. The life in her house. Life is done. Her life is done. He is older. Born in 48, first of two. She was born in 30. She was 89.
I wonder what her thoughts were. Having a baby. 18 years old. The life beginning. The family beginning. The map laid out. The life laid out.
Now he is going through her things. The son. The born first son. Now 71. Old enough to not need her, but young enough to still miss her.