LAKE

“Hey, Mom.” I just entered the entrance of her house, and she was already dashing in my direction to welcome me. Her blue eyes were bright.

“Bunny.” She pulled me into her arms, hugging me tight. “I miss you, honey.”

“I miss you, too, Mom.” One of her modern architectural houses was situated in her 12.6-hectare estate in Massachusetts, and she has always felt it was her home.

“Tell me how you have been for the past weeks.”

“Do you realize we just had dinner two weeks ago?” You could say I was a mama’s boy. Mom was also my best friend.

“It feels like an eternity.” Her arm...