The love between a mother and her child can be extremely special and unique. Unfortunately for some, it’s not everyone who experiences this love and therefore cannot relate to it. This is the case in the short story “The False Moon” by Shirley Golden, who is an American writer of fiction. She wrote “The False Moon” as an entry in the Grace Dieu Writers’ Circle Competition in 2011.
The text is about a young teenage boy who with his mother lives in the country, “I roamed alleys and wasteland” (line 6-7). The mother works in shifts and they don’t have much money. Though this might seem like a bad thing, the narrator doesn’t see this as a negative thing. The narrator is a lanky and skinny boy, with eyes more suited for a girl.
The impression of the mother in the most of the story is, that she frankly couldn’t care less about her son and what he is of doing in the day. “I like to kid myself she would stop if I didn’t sneak out of the house” (line 6).
When the son and mother finally have a dialogue, it’s seems very superficial, in that way, the mother almost seems compelled as a mother to ask her son about his day, and seem interested. The mother puts his sons needs aside and puts herself first, even though he takes care of her when she is incapable of that herself, “I took my hands under her arms and dragged her into the bedroom. I roll he onto her side as I’ve seen in hospital soaps. She moans but doesn’t move. She wakes up an hour later and I take her a cup of tea.” (line 120-123).
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