Late in the night, the clouds roared and it started to rain. I saw my parents ran towards the backyard. The birds in their cage were fluttering; together they picked their cage and brought them in.
I was afraid and when my mother tucked me in her blanket, I felt asleep.
The book of life continued to turn its pages and years later my role got changed. It was still raining when I ran to take down clothes from line. Later, while passing by my daughter’s room, I looked inside.
Holding her teddy bear, she was sound asleep.
This post is a response to “Friday Fictioneers”, hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF.
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