It’s Wednesday, for a couple of hours, anyway. What does that mean? It means Friday Fictioneers! Our lovely hostess, Rochelle, blogger at Addicted to Purple, artist and published author, (you really MUST read her books!) has provided her own picture as the photo prompt. Isn’t it lovely? What does it make you think of? Have you a story you’d like to share with us? Click on the link to Rochelle’s blog for the hows and whats. Not sure about adding your own but would like to read other interpretations? Click on the Blue Frog below.
Genre: Not Fiction
Word Count: 100
Today is your birthday.
I can barely wrap my head around the fact I could be the mother of a twenty-year-old. Yes, I am way old enough, but still.
What is the proper term anyway? I was your mother, you are no longer here. Am I still?
I was pregnant for the first Mother’s Day but you were gone before the second one. I never got to celebrate.
Time keeps moving forward, just like the tide keeps coming in. Life is good. You have two brothers and I am (still) a mother.
I miss you. Daddy doesn’t have to anymore.