
Her return. Had it really been that long since the cross words between them had caused the permanent, stubborn separation that had lasted now a lifetime? She was sure her mother had erased forever the memory of her own daughter, redecorated the room and moved on, but no, here it was, lovingly kept as it was in that final moment before the split.
Crushing regret washed over her as she realized that she now was an old woman herself. Life had passed her by as she so easily allowed the gulf to widen between herself and her own daughter. The tears burst as, with trembling hands, she reached for the telephone.
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I can't take credit for this one folks. It was sent to me by a friend, Hugh Jones.
3 comments:
Nice of you to post something for a friend peg. I like it.
This is hard to understand at first, but when you do, it's very sad. Your friend is a good writer.
Tell your friend it's very good.
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