I was about 11 or 12 then.
She and I were sitting in the living room,
not the den. Maybe that had something
to do with it.
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I am moved by your eloquence. What could be more precious or memorable than a mother's tears? Kind regards, Sandra
Sweet and moving story Sonny, and it leaves one with a feeling of not knowing why! A feeling that will always niggle in the back of your mind, never to be solved. It may be of no consequence, just perhaps a memory to her of something that came to mind. One can only try not to dwell on it too much. Lovely read. Love Ernestine XXX