Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/


Charlotte leaned into her reflection. Her silent tears fell, each forgotten wish merged with her scarlet cheeks, as she pressed her palm into the freezing glass. The dark nights, long and relentless, were an endless worry dump.
Her mobile rang, and at first, she thought about not answering.
On the seventh ring, she pressed the green button. ‘Hi, Mum.’
‘Hello, sweetheart.’
‘I’m just making dinner . . . Can’t speak for long.’
A microwave spaghetti bologaise; she wasn’t lying, not really.
‘That’s what I called about. Could I come over, my oven is on the blink and I was thinking of getting take out. I never eat a whole sweet and sour on my own. We could get some chicken fried rice, and make a night of it. Maybe watch a movie, with a bit of popcorn.’
‘I don’t . . .’
‘Please love, just for a couple of hours. I know my grandson is round his dad’s this weekend. We could make a night of it, perhaps have a hot chocolate. You could stay over mine, it’s been ages since we spent any time together.
‘Okay, I’ll come over, just make sure you order honey ribs as well. Charlotte smiled, and grabbed her car keys.
A sleepover with her mum; perfect.
I was so grateful that is worked well 😁
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I wanted her to have a positive outcome.
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My heart pinched as I read it and three cheers for the Mum who is so perceptive as to find an excuse to keep her sad daughter company.
Beautifully done, Diana.
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They look after each other 🩷
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Oh yes. So lovely. 💞
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A lovely story Diana. Moms seem to know when daughters need them. Thanks for joining in.
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No worries ❤️
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♥️🌷♥️
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A beautiful story, Diana. Moms are always perceptive, and at the right time.
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😀
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Such a touching story, Diana!
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Thank you 🥰
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You’re welcome!
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🥰
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