What My Son Learned The Day My Car Was Repossessed

 

tail lights of a car

Mom, there’s a guy in our driveway with a tow truck, my son reports. With miscalculated insouciance I reply, No worries, dude, I’m sure it’s Bill. Bill, our neighbor, owns a service station. He’s hooking up your car, mom. I run outside to yell at this man, who’s not Bill, and end up handing over my keys. Chin up, I say to myself. My son watches from the garage. I’ve got this, I tell him with my face. A cascade of loss since the divorce; I find another teaching moment.

Submitted earlier to the 2016 Gotham Writers 91-Word Memoir Contest

— Janet Sasson Edgette

 

2 Responses to “What My Son Learned The Day My Car Was Repossessed”

  1. Janet March 3, 2017 at 6:13 pm #

    I’d love to hear/read the rest of this piece as that happened to me just a few months ago.

    • janetedgette July 9, 2017 at 4:39 am #

      That’s the whole piece! It was the perfect metaphor for how I managed to deal with a cascade of loss in the wake of separation/divorce. All the best to you.

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