When Cora’s sister-in-law makes a crass demand at a family gathering, long-standing sadness and a repressed anger come into conflict with one another. In the void that exists between loss and legacy, it is imperative that Cora safeguards the remnants of her son’s memory… …and determine the boundary between loving and receiving anything.
It has been five years since we suffered the loss of our son, Milo. Eleven was his age.
When he was building soda bottle rockets on the floor, he used to have this laugh that would reverberate throughout the kitchen. It was a laugh that was brilliant, wild, and full of excitement throughout the whole body. He had an eye for the night sky. The Orion’s Belt was something that he would point out from our backyard as if it were a secret that he had discovered all by himself.
Prior to the birth of their son, Simon’s parents presented us with a substantial quantity of money to establish a college fund for him. While my husband and I were seated around their antique walnut dining table, my father-in-law, Lionel, took out an envelope and slid it over the polished surface in the direction of us.
The tone of his voice was soft when he said, “It’s a head start.” “Therefore, he does not have to be burdened with debt before the beginning of his life.”
The eyes of Simon were wide with a silent amazement as he gazed at me. The nursery had not even been decorated at that point.
When I think back on it, I recall gripping the envelope with both hands, as if it were going to disappear if I blinked very hard.
I said, “Thank you,” as I was overcome with emotion. “He has not even arrived yet….. and you have already put your faith in him.”
According to Lionel, “He’s my grandson, Cora,” he grinned. “That is what we always do.”
bit by bit, Simon and I have been adding to the account throughout the course of the years. You may name it: money for birthdays, bonuses at work, tax returns, and so forth. Whenever we found ourselves with a little bit of extra, we put it aside. For us, it became into a routine, and it wasn’t just about being ready for his future; it was also about seeing it develop.
We wanted to assist our kid in getting one step closer to achieving his goals.
Milo’s dream was to work in the field of astronomy. In the past, he expressed his desire to construct a rocket that was capable of reaching Pluto. His speech was infused with a serene conviction, and his small fingers were meticulously sketching constellations in his books. I couldn’t help but giggle, but he was quite serious.
On the other hand, life never gives you a heads-up before it crushes your heart, does it?
Following Milo’s passing, we did not make any changes to the account. In fact, we didn’t even raise the subject. I was unable to face the number that had previously represented hope, and I couldn’t bring myself to log in. Nothing was done to it; it remained unspoiled and holy. On the same level as a shrine that we did not discuss but that we were unable to bring ourselves to remove.
Two years ago, we took the initiative to try once again. It was imperative that I resume my role as a mother. I was going through a period in which I needed to rediscover the joy in my life, and I believed that having another kid may help me locate that pleasure.
“Are you of the opinion that it is time?” I hushed Simon in the middle of the night. “Uh… are you serious?”
“Only if you are ready,” he responded without delay following up.
No, I wasn’t! Still, I responded with a yes.
This was the beginning of the second kind of sorrow.
I wasn’t even sure whether I was prepared for it… However, the void had begun to reverberate with a greater volume. Not only was there a lack of sound, but there was also a distinct absence. With each test that returned a negative result, it seemed as if the cosmos had taken a little stop to deliver the message, “You are no longer allowed to have hope.”
I slipped the exam into the garbage with trembling hands and went straight to bed without uttering a single word each and every time. As I drew closer to the wall, I would remain quiet. And Simon would go in the same direction, his arms encircling me without any hesitation. It was only his presence; there were no clichés or pressures.
There was no necessity for us to do so. Too much was already communicated by the quiet.
“Perhaps it’s not meant to be,” I said once, my voice coming dangerously close to being obliterated by the darkness.
Just as he was kissing my shoulder, Simon said, “Perhaps it’s just… not yet.”
Each and every member of the family was aware of what we were going through. They were aware that we were making an effort. They realized that we were having a hard time.
What about Elise?
She made it a point to act as if she wasn’t concerned. However, her eyes constantly conveyed a different narrative.
There was this way that Simon’s sister would observe sadness as if it were a performance that she was comparing and contrasting. She cocked her head to the side, as if she were attempting to resolve the question of whether or not our suffering was real or only exaggerated.
She paid Milo several visits after he died away, but she did not provide any assistance. She never inquired about what we need. Never once did she make an offer to remove anything from our dish. Instead, she would sit in the corner of our living room with a mug of tea and an excessive amount of perfume, her eyes darting over the photographs that were displayed on the mantel, creating the impression that she was waiting for us to forget who was absent.
If I had known better, I would have known better than to let my guard down when we held Simon’s birthday party last week, which was just for family.
When I told Simon, “We’ll keep it small,” he said. Cake, supper, or anything else that is simple and uncomplicated, is that okay?
When he asked me, “If you’re up for it, Cora,” he smiled softly at me. After that, I am content.
We spent the whole morning in the kitchen. There was a strong aroma of roast lamb, sweet and sour pork, and rosemary potatoes emanating from the home. The lemon tart that Lionel had brought was. Elise added the aura of dominance that she always exudes.
The only item that Elise’s son, Rowan, who is seventeen years old, took with him was his phone.
The cake was always decorated with Milo’s assistance. While he was standing on a little step stool next to me, he would delicately push chocolate buttons into the frosting with sticky fingers while singing whatever song he had learned in music class that particular week.
It was just me doing it this time. The chocolate and raspberry are layered in three layers. The favorite of both Simon and Milo.
Each candle was lighted by me. The lights were subdued by Lionel. We all started singing quietly, as if we were scared that the weight of recollection may crumble the ecstasy that we were feeling. Simon’s face was illuminated by the flickering flames, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to grin.
It’s just a moment.
This was followed by Elise clearing her throat.
“Okay,” she murmured, laying her wine glass down with a bit too much flair, as if she were going to break the ice with a toast. “I am unable to have any more silence. Listen to me, Simon; I need you to pay attention. What is the length of time that you two are going to keep that college fund?
There was a halt in the room.
It was a deliberate and steady thump that my heart made.
She continued on without being discouraged.
“It is very clear that you are not trying to have another child. Attempting for two years, and what results? None of it. To tell you the truth, Cora, you are getting on in years from a biological standpoint. On the other hand, I do have a kid who is in need of that capital. Rowan is on the verge of graduating. That fund need to be allocated to him.
With the expectation that someone would interrupt me, I glanced across the table. I was trapped between anger and bewilderment, and my breath was short as a result. Simon had not moved at all. All of the gentleness was vanished from his face. It seemed as if he had closed a door from the inside, since his countenance had become empty.
Rowan was either unaware of the situation or hesitant to intervene, as he sat there with his eyes locked on his phone.
A crisp clink was made by Lionel’s fork when it collided with the edge of his plate. After that, he pushed his chair back on its seat and slowly rose up, as if a flood were approaching.
He said the name “Elise” in a tone that was low yet confident. Which fund would you want to discuss with me? That’s fine. What do you say?
Elise could not help but blink, taken aback. It was her wineglass that she had her hand resting on, but she did not take it up.
Now that he had turned his whole attention on her, Lionel’s gaze was inscrutable but pointed.
“Just like the account that we made for Rowan, the account was opened for Milo before he was ever given birth to. With regard to both of our grandchildren, your mother and I have laid aside the same amount of money. At our core, we believed in being fair.
The time had come for Rowan to glance up from his phone. Elise became more rigid.
Lionel said in a straightforward manner, “But you spent Rowan’s.” All of the money. When he reached fifteen, you pulled the money out of the account so that you could pay for the vacation to Disney World that lasted for a week. I didn’t even bother to disagree when you stated that it was for memories. However, you should not come in here saying that Milo has something that your kid did not have.
Elise’s cheeks became red and puffy.
Her statement was straightforward: “That trip meant a lot to my son.”
“And now, after two years have passed, you want a second chance?” The fact that Lionel’s voice did not increase made the discomfort much more intense. It is not. The fund in question was not a giveaway. It was a strategy for the far future. And you used yours to satisfy your need for rapid fulfillment. Since the birth of their son, Cora and Simon have been making steady contributions to that account. They were not going to dispose of it in any manner…
He turned his attention to Rowan, who had sunk slightly in his seat as he watched him.
“If your kid had showed even the slightest bit of direction, we would have given him our whole support. On the other hand, he is known to miss classes, to mislead about deadlines, and to spend more time on TikTok than he does on his classes. Every time you step in to protect him, you are not doing him any favors since his grade point average is a joke. You’re putting him in a wheelchair, Elise.
On Elise’s face, a reddish flush appeared. She cast a quick look around the table, but no one raised their hand to defend her.
According to Lionel, “This fund is not a prize for existing on its own.” There was a youngster that put in a lot of effort and had high dreams, and this was intended to help them. There are scholarships that Rowan may apply for if he wants to get money for college. Get a job instead.”
He refocused his gaze on her, his eyes resolute.
“As a matter of formality? Earlier evening, you embarrassed both your brother and his wife. You come in here and trash them about attempting to have another kid while they are still grieving the death of their child and trying to get their lives back on track. I’m going to go back and look at my will, Elise.
Elise’s lips seemed to twitch. Her jaw was clenched.
Because I was staring at my lap, I noticed that my hands were shaking.
I then heard Elise sigh and murmur something under her breath as I was sitting across the table from her.
It is not as if anybody is making use of that dreadful sum of money.
I experienced a crack in my being.
I stood up. It wasn’t necessary for my voice to be loud, but it just wasn’t. The lack of noise in the room allowed it to take a deep breath.
As I looked directly at Elise, I said, “You are absolutely correct.” No one is making use of it. Due to the fact that it is my son’s asset. The one that you have effectively removed with your words.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at me, as if she had not anticipated that I would say anything at all.
“That money is not just some forgotten pot waiting to be reassigned, Elise,” the conversation continued. It is his recollection. This is Milo’s inheritance. Love was the source of each and every dime that was there in that account. Gifts for birthdays, bonuses that we worked hard to obtain, and extra coin that we might have used to go on trips or purchase fancier items, but we didn’t spend them. Due to the fact that we were constructing a future for him. A future that never materialized.”
My throat became more constricted. Despite the fact that I could feel tears trying to escape from behind my eyelids, I was determined not to let them fall. In front of her, not at all.
It’s possible that one day, if we’re fortunate, it will be of use to his sister. Perhaps it will provide them with the same foundation that we attempted to provide for Milo. In the meantime, however, I halted. It remains in the same position as before. Not to be used.”
In silence, Elise remained silent. She just forced herself to get up, grabbed her handbag, and left the room without saying goodbye to anybody. It was a quiet and deliberate click that brought the front door to completion.
“And what about each of us?” While frowning, Rowan inquired. The question is, “Did she really forget about me? It seems plausible to me.”
“Peace be with me, sweetheart,” I reassured her. We’ll bring you back to your house with the help of Grandpa and Uncle Simon.
He told his kid, “Just take your time and enjoy your meal.” In addition, we have chocolate cake and lemon tart for dessert at our table. There is a need for your mother to take a break to collect herself and reassess her life.
Simon extended his hand and grabbed hold of my hand. It was a firm and soothing hold on his hand.
“Hey,” he murmured to others. “You did a good job.”
I looked at him and added, “I hated saying it out loud,” as I looked at him.
“I know,” he whispered, just brushing his thumb over mine as he spoke. “However, it was necessary for someone to.”
When I went home later that evening, after I had finished doing the dishes and the stillness had returned, my phone began to vibrate on the counter. No, that was Elise.
It’s very self-centered of you, Cora. In my mind, you adored Rowan as if he were your own child. It is obvious that this is not sufficient to aid his prospects.
I was so focused on the television that the lettering ended up becoming hazy. The idea of reacting crossed my mind. Even though I finished typing down a few sentences, I ultimately decided to delete them.
Because I didn’t have to, I chose not to react.
Since love, genuine love, is not constructed on feelings of guilt. There is no currency that you trade with. And it is not something that you wield as a weapon when you are not welcomed with praise for your entitlement.
But Milo’s fund was more than simply money. If he was having trouble falling asleep, he would sing him lullabies in the dark. On the morning of Christmas, it was science kits that were unwrapped with very wide eyes. Every page that he dog-eared in his astronomy books and every glue-stiff rocket that he constructed out of soda bottles and hope were all components of his collection.
That money represented the future that he was unable to experience. To take it away from him at this moment would be a different type of death… In addition, I have already buried enough of my kid to endure for the rest of my life.
Simon discovered me sitting on the floor in Milo’s former room on the morning of the next day. This closet was not closed. At that moment, I had lowered the telescope. It was the same one that revealed his fingerprints, which were still smeared.
There were no inquiries made by Simon. Simply lowering himself next to me, he softly placed his hand on my back and lowered himself farther.
There, in the peace and quiet, we remained. The type of silence that does not connote humiliation but rather space.
At times, showing respect for someone requires safeguarding the legacy they have left behind.
Even though our Milo has passed away, he is not no longer with us. However, as long as that money is not touched, his name will continue to be associated with it.
Our hopes will be carried by it.
Elise will be able to comprehend all that is contained inside it.
And if all goes according to plan, one day it will be able to assist another young soul in reaching for the skies. However, not at this time. One who believes that sorrow is a bank account that is just waiting to be drained is not the right person for this perspective.