We are going to renovate the house, this old dowdy furniture, fading tiles, leaking roof will be replaced by world class furniture and fittings.Won’t you like that Mom?
Do as you please but do not touch this bedroom and bathroom.The stained tiles,cracked wall,peeling paint remind me of the day I entered this house as a new bride and the life your father and I lived over the last 50 years.These memories we created are all I have to live on. Let them stay son, let his spirit linger on till its time for me to join him in the heavenly abode.
(100 words)
Linking this with #FridayFictioneers hosted by the amazing Rochelle Wiseoff.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week. Bloggers post their stories here and everyone ends up reading one another, including Rochelle who visits every post written— a fantastic encouragement for all the writers. If you’re interested, click here to read the amazing variety of narratives and storylines, inspired by the photo prompt.
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Nice work. If I may be so bold – There’s a typo in the last paragraph worth correcting (created are).
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Thank you will fix it! Thanks for being bold and telling me that!
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A very touching tale, Akshata!
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Thank you!
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I can understand her wanting to hold on to the past, but perhaps she would be able to move on with her life with a fresh start. Nicely written.
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That’s true. Thanks for stopping by
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It’s so hard for older folks to let go. Even when you remove the things they’ll still constantly ask “Where’s this?” and “What did you do with that?”
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True sometimes it’s just the memories that they live on and the things that symbolise them are always dear
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I can fully see why she does not wish anything to change. This is beautifully written.
Click to read my FriFic
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Thanks a ton!
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Letting go is so difficult, letting go of love even more so. Thank you for reminding us of this in your story, Ahshata. 🙂
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Thanks Kevin so glad to hear that!
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Dear Akshata,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Very tender story. I hope the son will listen to his mother and let her have this little bit of her precious memory.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks a ton Rochelle. I loved this prompt and you will see me more often now!
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Happy to have you aboard, Akshata. I hope you’ll stop by and read mine. 😉
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Sometimes, it’s better to let them be. They often console their losses with memories. Good one, Akshata.
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Thanks Varad! Nice to hear from you after long
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I hope the son heeds his mother’s wishes. Her memories are just that important.
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That’s so true! I would like to believe he does. Thanks for stopping by
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