Every morning they walked, the young girl hand in hand with the beautiful woman with thick curly red hair. Down, down the sandy dune path to the beach they traveled. Leaving their blanket and beach bag behind, they walked along the water to the beam and back, exchanging questions and answers and laughing often. Sun overhead, they ate their packed lunch of sandwiches and crunchy apples and sipped cool lemonade from bottles. The woman slept and the girl built sand castles. Sun near horizon, they packed up, and the girl led her mother back up the dune path towards home.
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hey tha’ts such an exceptionally fine family memory
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Thanks Larry :)
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A sweet afternoon. We could all use more of those.
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Yes, those days will be here soon :)
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There’s a story in the fact that the daughter is leading the mother
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I was hoping someone would see it <3
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Such an pleasant, quiet uplifting scene, and as Neil says, that last line adds a moment of pause.
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I found the picture challenging to write to, so I started looking at it and saying out loud what I was seeing. What I saw was an idyllic scene except for that big slimy beam cutting across it. Then I thought what would really mar a perfect day at the beach?
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Dear Jade,
The daughter leading the mother has me wondering if the mother is blind. Sweet, peaceful scene in any event.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle, you wondered correctly :)
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Sounds like a lovely day :-)
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Thank you :)
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What a lovely story, Jade. A beautiful mother-daughter ritual.
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Thank you, Dale.
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I am stopped on the little girl leading her mother. Is the mother blind? There is great tenderness in this story, a thoroughly enjoyable read.
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Yes, she is. Thank you for the kind comment and glad you enjoyed it.
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Nice routine. It appears mother is not able to see properly. Else, she would not allow the little girl come near the ugly beam.
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I hadn’t thought of that at all, but you know, you’re right about getting near that beam. Thank you.
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Sounds like a perfect day at the beach.
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:) Thanks Violet.
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I love the way you describe such a leisurely routine.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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I was wondering why the title was almost perfect until I came to the last line. This, and the confirmation in the comments, explains it. But I think, since this is their life and since they seem happy, for them it would be a perfect day.
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You know, I agree with you. I was going to make blind more definite in the story but thought that might be offensive to those without sight and so chose to make it more ambiguous. To the sighted, as I am, it’s almost perfect from my perspective, but from theirs it is. I appreciate your view and your feedback.
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A lovely piece of feel good writing
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Thank you, Michael.
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A lovely bit of memoir, Jade. Your descriptions were great. :) — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne :)
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An idyllic scene, beautifully created, until the ending. But, as already mentioned in the comments, they seem content. We have a blind child in our family, and I know how it feels to be constantly aware of how much he is missing. One has to learn to be content and help him experience and enjoy what he can, otherwise the grief would destroy you.
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Thank you very much for the comment, Margaret. The day at the beach was as perfect as perfect could be considering all circumstances.
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I don’t see the lack of sight as a sad detail, but a real one… woven into a touching and lovely story. Such sweetness between mother and child!
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Very glad you enjoyed it, Dawn.
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