An Unmysterious Mystery

“Mason, do you ever wonder about what I do when you’re in school?” she suddenly asked him as he bent over his waffle.

He looked at her, confused. “Is this a trick?”

“No. No trick.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Stuff, I guess. Different things.”

He looked decidedly uninterested in the question, and she knew, from his answer, that she was a mystery to her child and perhaps to her husband—an unmysterious mystery—as perhaps many women were, everywhere.

Ten Year Nap, halaman 39.

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the girl who struggle with the question, "Who am I?"

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