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Category: Drama?
Words: 99
Rating: PG

kent-bonhamCopyright Kent-Bonham

In his youth the balconies resembled glasses, spying on his every move. His mother peered through, calling out if he wandered close to the street. His fondest wish was for her to let him alone.

Thirty years later, his young son in tow, he fought tears as the building watched their approach. Watching no longer, Mom was in bed, nearing the end. He took her hand as he kept a watchful eye on his young son, riding a bike  on the walk below.  Gratitude and love stung his eyes.



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Comments
  1. silently Kim says:

    I feel the sadness of remembering as life moves on. Good story Lauren.

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