Posting early again this week – I think it’s getting to be a habit. I found the picture prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers a bit challenging, and rejected at least two directions before settling for this. As always, comments or suggestions are welcome. This week’s picture is courtesy of and copyright Doug MacIlroy. Thanks for making me scratch my head, Doug.
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When I was a child, my mother called me selfish. Perhaps that is why I now spend time healing or caring for others. She also said I would never amount to anything, and perhaps she was right; unless you can call a happy marriage and raising two kids amounting to something.
In many ways, you could say my mother built my world.
I will not repeat the derision I was subjected to. I am always cheering my children on and celebrating every accomplishment. I wonder what kind of world I am building for them, and if they will appreciate it?