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"Grandma!" my grandson called me with the innocence in his voice. His eyes, oh his eyes, they were beautiful. As beautiful as the moon. They twinkled at me. I looked at him.
He came and sat on my lap. My lap, was the most protective and comfortable place for him. He kept his head on my lap and said,"Grandma! A story?" "Ok, There was a fox.."I was speaking and suddenly when he interrupted and said,"No. I want to hear how you and grandpa met. Please."
I bit my lip and struggled to make my hand reach to the desk. I picked up the picture of my husband, who died in an accident a year ago. I knew he loved me to death and that was all I found crucial enough for me to live in this world..where no one loved me the way he used to.
"Oh my dear. Is my son big enough to hear a boring story with interest?" I said trying to avoid telling him my story.
"Yes,I'm big enough. Please tell!"he said.
His innocent face, just switched my indirect no.. To a direct yes.
"Okay son, here I go...
It was a dark evening. I remember it very nicely. I've the potential to see it still. The wind blew the way it used to like any other normal day, but today it's fragrance was different. It was as sweet as sugar and as bitter as a bitter gourd. Sweet because today I came to know it's importance and bitter because it was too late.
$et your goals high enough to inspire you and low
enough to encourage you ♥ . ︶ε╰✿
Last edited by daiziaa_backke; 31st March 2013 at 01:15 AM.