
Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
I run across the stone bridge, which leads to my home. There are so many pleasant memories of growing up. Fishing for tadpoles, paddling in the water, Dad holding my small palm so I didn’t fall.
He is waiting in one of those granite houses;
As I step onto the cobbled streets, my legs shrink, and we are window shopping in the witchy shops. Dreamcatchers, cookbooks, and sweets you could purchase in quarter ounces.
I guide my daughter into the Sheila’s Giftshop, observing the grin stretch over her face.
‘Mummy, can I buy some fudge for nanny?’
‘Course, love, but not too much.’
Wrapped in brown paper, my daughter clutches her bag, along with a packet of cola bottles.
I am glad to be free; my divorce more easy to deal with.
I love these stories 💜💜
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Thank you 🥰
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A beautiful piece 🙏💜
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Thank you 💕
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A beautiful story Diana. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re most welcome
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🙂
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Beautiful story Diana ❤
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Thanks 🥰
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