A Mother’s Love

hailey s

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My husband and I sit at home watching TV to kill the time while we wait for our son Jason to come home from his friend’s house. I start to doze off, but I’m startled awake by the ringing of our doorbell. I grumble and get up, figuring Jason forgot his key to the house again, I glance through the peephole and I am surprised to see not my son, but a police officer. I call my husband over, and he answers the door. The officer asked if we were Jason’s parents, when we replied that we are, he uttered those four words. The four words that will be burned into my memory forever. “Your son is dead.” I was so shocked that my brain couldn’t process the information and I just stood gaping at the officer, as he continues to speak. He explains that Jason had gotten into a head-on collision on his way home and was killed instantly. Sarah, the other driver involved in the accident, said that she caught a quick glimpse of Jason before he ran into her. She said that she saw the light of a cell phone, meaning that Jason had been texting when he crashed into her. Devastation hits me even harder knowing that he died doing something so irresponsible. The officer gives his condolences, and he hands us a ziploc bag that contains Jason’s watch and phone — the only things they were able to salvage from the wreckage. He closes the door and I break down immediately. Waves of grief wash over me as I choke out sobs. My husband holds me close and quietly weeps over the loss of our son. He was only 17. There was so many things Jason hadn’t done yet. He still had to graduate high school, get married, start a family. He made a mistake that cost him his life, and now he’ll never be able to do any of it. A few months have passed. Jason’s funeral came and went, and I am digging through my bedside table drawer when I stumble upon the bag of Jason’s stuff that the police officer had given us that dreadful night. I open the bag, my hands shaking wildly. I pull out the phone, and I plug it in, waiting for it to turn on. I want answers. I want to know what was so important that Jason had to text and drive. The screen lights up after a few minutes, and I type in the passcode Jason told me, and I pray that he didn’t change it. Luckily, he didn’t and the home screen opens up. I select the text message app to see that the text that Jason was about to send that night was for me. “On my way home right now, see you soon.”


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This is a short story about a mother who lost her son because he was texting and driving