PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Mom’s 90th birthday was approaching. Us “kids,” now in our 60’s and 70’s, decided assisted living was imminent. It took blood, sweat, and tears to get Mom’s acceptance. She called and said, “June, I’m going through pictures. Come over and get some.”
I arrived at the appointed time. One by one, she chose for me, identifying each, then handing them over, where I put them in a basket. When filled, I noticed there were no pictures of me in there.
“Mom, where are the pictures of me?”
She paused for a moment, then said, “Your mother has them.”
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