(I have been reading a lot of articles on the Cannes Film Festival lately, and somehow We Need to Talk About Kevin just burrowed into something at the back of my brain. It wasn’t until I read about Beautiful Boy – coming out this June in the States – that ‘something’ became this story.)
She remembered a time when he was a boy, when he was all freckles and golden hair, when he had knocked out his two front teeth chasing after his brothers. She remembered him as the child, the one who hugged her fiercely and buried his head in her neck as the storm raged outside. He was the one who tapped the kitchen window as she was washing the dishes, the one who was brighter than the sun.
Where had he gone?
“I’m here, Mom,” the man says, in response to unspoken words, as they touch hands through the thick glass.