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I see this (hopefully) happening in the not too distant future... |
| As you grew, so did the distance between us. Your room, my shrine to your childhood, still remains as you left it. Pictures, you at the prom, your first car, your wedding, dance across the walls. Above your bed, high-school pom-poms cheer my nostalgia. On your dresser, a trophy exalts your victory middle-school volleyball. On the bookshelf, elementary mathematics contains fractions of my heart. On your nightstand, your diary, sworn to secrecy, lies open. As I pick it up something falls. A kindergarten drawing you and me smiling. And at the bottom, scribbled in bright red letters I Love You Mommy I put down the picture, and pick up the phone. |