#372 Better Latitude- Antonio Ruiz-Camacho
A single mother is raising her child and trying to make
sense of his father’s disappearance. The whole story is written like a letter
that will never be sent. Laureano, used to his father’s sparse company, only believes
his father has taken a long trip and will soon come back. His mother knows
better, although she herself is in some denial:
“I realized you had a capacity for disposing of people like
they were ziplock bags, but I considered this trait of yours the same way I did
tragedy or bad luck, only affecting other people, never myself.”
There is something both noble and tragic about this
delusional mother, hanging on to any thread of hope, her son in a state of
suspended emotional development. The end will not be good, no matter how hard
she works as a mother, something is missing. Maybe it’s not just his father,
maybe the missing truth is more damaging.
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