Written for https://mymindmappings.com/2025/07/01/fandangos-story-starter-207/
The house wasn’t the same anymore.
Amanda stood at the gate, wondering whether she should walk over the threshold. Her therapist’s words hovered in her mind like a swarm of hornets stinging her positive thoughts. Carnations scattered throughout the dirt, unafraid of being seen. Pretty pink petals littered the once perfect path.
Regimented grass, once proud, rested against the daises.
A gentle nudge was all it took for it to open.
She crept over the paving stones, careful not to touch the cracks.
With her hands ready to knock, the door opened anyway.
Dressed in faded jeans, age lines no longer threatened to keep secrets. There was a strength in her mum’s smile.
Tears streamed down her empowered face.
‘Put the kettle on, been walking for ages, and I’m gasping for a cuppa.’
Her step dad’s secret shadow failed to haunt the living.
Wow, there is definitely a bigger story behind this one! Good job!
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Thank you 🥰
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A beautiful mother and child reunion.
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A very interesting story
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Thank you 🥰
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You’re welcome ☺️
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🙂
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So much here to understand 😁😁😁
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sorry the three silly faces were an error… should have gone to Specsavers.
You wrote this perfectly 💜💜
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Thank you. I’m also like that without my glasses lol.
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thank you for understanding
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Great take Diana ❤
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