There’s always more to the story.
Like the story of a little Boy, born in 1928 to Armenian immigrants. His mom is young,
only 25, at home with him every day, until the day she is never home again.
It isn’t her fault; it isn’t his baby brother’s fault, even though she leaves when he arrives.
And then his father is alone, with no family nearby, ill-prepared to raise two babies on his own.
So he takes them to his wife’s sister in another State, to take care of; to raise.
And what then, becomes of his father? Who, every night, comes home to a silent house, instead of one brimming with his wife and sons? Does he make himself a meal, or go to a diner? Does he have friends, perhaps friends’ wives who deliver meals, invite him over, try to fix him up with single women? Does he drink, maybe alone or in a neighborhood bar? Does he believe in God? And if so, does his young wife’s death disrupt that belief?
Five years pass and his dad remarries. He is 43 and his new wife is 25, and it is time to reclaim his boys,
now eight and five, to take them back home. A home they’ve never really known. Two years later, the Boy’s dad and new mom have a baby; he has a sister.
The sister adores her brothers, but her mother does not. And how can she, this young woman
inheriting little boys who are now removed from the only family they have ever known?
Do those boys get to meet her before she becomes their mother?
Did their dad visit them during those years?
Does that Boy remember anything of his mother, the one he lost, now replaced by one he barely knows?
Like the story of a little Boy, born in 1928 to Armenian immigrants. His mom is young,
only 25, at home with him every day, until the day she is never home again.
It isn’t her fault; it isn’t his baby brother’s fault, even though she leaves when he arrives.
And then his father is alone, with no family nearby, ill-prepared to raise two babies on his own.
So he takes them to his wife’s sister in another State, to take care of; to raise.
And what then, becomes of his father? Who, every night, comes home to a silent house, instead of one brimming with his wife and sons? Does he make himself a meal, or go to a diner? Does he have friends, perhaps friends’ wives who deliver meals, invite him over, try to fix him up with single women? Does he drink, maybe alone or in a neighborhood bar? Does he believe in God? And if so, does his young wife’s death disrupt that belief?
Five years pass and his dad remarries. He is 43 and his new wife is 25, and it is time to reclaim his boys,
now eight and five, to take them back home. A home they’ve never really known. Two years later, the Boy’s dad and new mom have a baby; he has a sister.
The sister adores her brothers, but her mother does not. And how can she, this young woman
inheriting little boys who are now removed from the only family they have ever known?
Do those boys get to meet her before she becomes their mother?
Did their dad visit them during those years?
Does that Boy remember anything of his mother, the one he lost, now replaced by one he barely knows?
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