
"Why did you come home this late? Don't you realize how hard it is for me not to worry about you?"
"That's what's wrong with you, Mom. You don't trust me. You treat me like a little boy!!!" And then he races up the stairs and slams the door.
She bowed her head in resignation. How can she not worry when she knows it is not safe to be out too late. Hasn't her son been watching the news?
Silently, she prepared dinner for him. She sets...