My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

months after Raven Mesa, I found her in the backyard.

Do you miss it, I asked.

Flying?

I nodded.

She looked up at the stars. Yes. But not all of it.

I stood beside her. Do you regret not telling me?

She was quiet for a long time. I regret that the truth had danger attached to it.

That’s not an answer.

She smiled sadly. You have my mouth.

So I’ve heard.

She continue reading …