Persuasion failed once again, as her teenage son walked out with a backpack. She stood at the doorway, words caught in her throat, watching his silhouette shrink against the evening light.
The bag was heavy with defiance, stitched with the threads of independence he believed he had earned. She remembered her own callow youth, the stubbornness that once defined her, and felt a pang of recognition.
Love could not be forced, nor wisdom poured into unwilling ears. They will have to be friends in future to make a dent in his thought process.
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“The bag was heavy with defiance, stitched with the threads of independence he believed he had earned.”
That is so descriptive and not just of the backpack.
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This is excellent, Reena. Your words ring loudly with the truth. Well done! 👏🏼 ✨
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They make their own mistakes or fun and learn from the experience.
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Karma revisits
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when , as a parent, you are forced to tie your hands –
“They will have to be friends in future to make a dent in his thought process.”
well expressed, Reena…🤍
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An excellent piece of flash fiction Reena 🙌
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