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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As the saying reminds us, ‘youth is power, maturity is strength’
Your story remind us of the price to acquire it (strength) is to push the limits when young. unfortunately (for all of us at that age) to the young power seems to be an end in and of itself
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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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Yes. I think I still carry that defiance in an invisible bag.
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This is excellent, Reena. Your words ring loudly with the truth. Well done! 👏🏼 ✨
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Thank you, Nancy!
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They make their own mistakes or fun and learn from the experience.
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And that is how it will go on. We did the same thing in a different way in our youth.
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Karma revisits
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That’s one way of looking at it.
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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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Thank you, Destiny!
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An excellent piece of flash fiction Reena 🙌
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Thank you so much, Ange!
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