One morning, while peeling an orange,
I offered my son a slice. He just looked
at me and said, "I get it, you know,
why you left Dad."
He was 5 when I left his father
6 years ago and no reason I gave was good
enough, in his mind, for me
to break up the family.
Our cat, Blue, walked up
and plopped down in front of us.
We stared at him for a long time.
Finally, my son said, "I guess
what I'm saying is, I don't understand
it, but I get it."
I smiled deep into the mist
and offered him the orange slice
again.
He took it.
That night, in bed, I pulled
the covers up close, to my face,
and breathed deep.
I caught a faint scent
of oranges on my fingers.
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