Still My Son

The television was on in the back ground, it hadn’t been shut off in over two weeks. At first they thought he was part of the missing persons in the area and hoping he wasn’t dead like the others, and now he was being hunted for the murders the other people.

She couldn’t believe her son would do something like this, that he would kill someone in cold blood. She started looking through the family photo albums and pictures on her phone- looking for any clue that he might have changed, from the loving son she knew, to the cold blooded murderer, they said he had become. He did well in school, didn't have many friends, his best friend Jonas, the other boy they were looking for along with her son, was quite, but always seemed kind and polite.

She began studying the pictures, looking for any sign, that he was the monster they described on the news. The police were giving press conferences every second day- and every time she would hear her son's name, followed by the words suspect, fugitive, murderer and cold blood.

She wept most days, not being able to leave her home- to get away- because of the media camped outside, waiting for her make a move. When she tried last week to get out for groceries- the flashes started and the questions came flying from every direction. Questions she didn't have the answers to, "Why did your son do this?" from one reporter, "Do you know where your son is?" from another, What was your son's childhood like?", "Did he give you any indication of what he was going to do?" She retreated to the safety of her four walls, and hadn't tried to leave since.

"The police are expecting this manhunt to end in bloodshed." The news anchor stated.

The news was detailing how it would be expected that her sons life would end, and she sat and wished she could see him again- hold him again- not sure the person she would see would even resemble the son she knew.

No matter what he had done, how awful she felt for what he had done, how lost he felt, or how everyone else in the country saw him- he was still her son- and she loved him even though it pained her at times.