Drabble #15

David stood at the foot of his mother’s grave clutching a bouquet of sunflowers, ready to set them on the freshly cut grass under her emblazoned name. Their relationship wasn’t a good one despite both of their efforts to make amends to whatever quarreling remained unresolved before her passing, to no avail.

A tear jerked down David’s cheek, making no motion to wipe it away. This was no time to stop such emotions. His mother was gone before he could give her grandchildren, see him graduate with a masters degree.

“Were you ever really proud of me, mom?” He tearfully asked.


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