Comeback

“Which one is you in the picture, Grandma?”

“The saddest part of life is that I’m not there.”

“Then?” Curiosity shone in my grandson’s eyes.

“Only if I’d been there, I would not be here today. I would have been in august company in the corridors of fame.”

“But why were you not there?”

“I was in the labour room, giving birth to your mother. And I could never get back to the actor’s life I loved so much.”

Three weeks later, my grandson had organised a seniors’ event called “The Comeback.”

Now, do you see me on the stage?

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