Jack of Harts

My mother and I don’t talk very often.  I travel a lot.  But whenever I arrive at a world where she is, we always talk.  She sometimes wonders if she did well be me.  She always worries about me.  It’s what mothers do.  Our job as children is to try not to get too worked up when they fuss over us.  And when they are basically immortal, they have a long time to fuss.  Perhaps that is why I travel so much…