I had a dream last night – a strange, confounding, brilliant dream. All of us – you and I and every person reading this – we met up in a parking lot, and we carpooled to a huge mall. It was two stories high, with a food court the size of several football fields. I don’t know why you were there, but my presence was demanded by duty. I’d come to meet a child.
His mother seemed kind and beautiful and clean and not at all like the stereotype of a mother looking to rid herself of her loin fruit. In fact, she had several other children that she planned on keeping. Her eldest boy, she hadn’t the energy to deal with anymore, so she was turning him over to me. No really, that was the reason she mentioned. Too busy. Too tired. Had to give one up
Once I’d finalized the situation with the adoption, I moved on to the second purpose for my visit to the giant mall: reunion. My high school reunion was being held at the giant mall, and everybody I saw there from those days was extremely undersized, the size of midgets, in fact. I walked around, an awkward giant among the small, and I felt very strange and lost.