The days of miniskirts and high heels
had been traded for aprons and bibs when the babies came along. It
was enough to make her want to scream some days but the little
moments when they looked at her like she was the center of the world
made it worth it. She would forget the mess on the floor and focus on
her latest project for them. The boys adored ships and she was almost
finished with the models. The looks on their faces would bring her
such joy. It was too bad they would not be able to see her when they
got them.
Is she there mother or grandmother?
Why won't they see her when they get the models? Do they even know
who she is?
The word is models and this post
comes in at 105 of the 150 word limit set by the flash in the pan
challenge from the M3 blog.
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