In the meantime, my son was laughing so hard at his friend’s antics that he actually drooled a little and had to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Next to me, my comadre—whose own sister lives an ocean away—was chatting away about this and that. I had to force myself to tune in, and to let my regret fall away, if only for a moment, like the twirling, winged maple seeds that our silly boys were trying to catch between their teeth.
