Tears fall as she remembers holding the children in her arms. They didn't grow inside her, but mother and daughters they became. Misunderstandings divided them. Easier for the young women to pretend she never existed. If you love someone set them free, is easier said than done. She took a deep breath and let go.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss G-MAN. If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!