The pink flowers which caught my attention everyday as I drove to school are gone. Now dry twiggy plants wave me by.
Every other day I used to comment on the fluttering pink blooms and my elder one joined me in their appreciation.
When I was missing them today, he profoundly said, " Mumma, they will be back next year"
More than his comment, I loved the fact that he wanted to console me in my sadness. He felt the dip in my mood and wanted to alleviate my pain.
All of a sudden I realised, I now have a support , a bud which is fast blossoming into the branch I can twine around
Love you Rio....
Every other day I used to comment on the fluttering pink blooms and my elder one joined me in their appreciation.
When I was missing them today, he profoundly said, " Mumma, they will be back next year"
More than his comment, I loved the fact that he wanted to console me in my sadness. He felt the dip in my mood and wanted to alleviate my pain.
All of a sudden I realised, I now have a support , a bud which is fast blossoming into the branch I can twine around
Love you Rio....
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