Many thanks to Rochelle, as always, for Friday Fictioneers. I think I can forget the countdown of contiguous weeks? I am back!!!!
We’ll Leave a Light on For Ya
Granddad said, “We’re just like Motel 6. We’ll always leave a light on for ya.”
When the people who birthed me decided I was inconvenient, the Grands took me in. The Grands are my parents. Were?
A nose piercing. A narcissistic boyfriend. Rebellion. Three years ago, I tossed my Grands love aside.
It’s Thanksgiving Eve and I can almost smell Gran’s turkey roasting as I watch from the thatch of loblollies. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins will all be coming. I can almost hear the laughter. Taste the pumpkin pie.
“You just going to stand out there?”
The Grands wait, silhouetted, arms open.
Home.
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Awesome!! Your story says everything. It;s heartwarming. Keep up the good work!
👍🌹👏
The prodigal daughter! Nicely done, Sascha
Unconditional love. Beautiful!
This made my eyes well. Isn’t this what we all want? Good job.
Wonderful.
Forgiveness.
Truly wonderful story of thanksgiving and forgiveness.
So much to be giving thanks for. Wonderful story Sascha
Wonderful, Sascha. I do hope she goes in!
Oh yes – perfect ending. Those years of rebellion are so difficult, and so risky. I’m glad you brought this wandering one home to where she is loved.
Beautiful, just so heartwarming.
Lovely and real.
<3 <3 <3
Dear Sascha,
A touching story wonderfully told in 100 words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Sascha,
A touching story, wonderfully told in 100 words.
Shalom,
Rochelle