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I watched my daughter put the little paper boat we lovingly made into the water. Giggling, she watched it bob up and down comically and ran along the grassy bank when the current took it downstream. I called after her not to stray far from me.
I closed my eyes, remembering a spring morning, long ago, when I put my own paper boat in the same brook. My squeals of delight became cries when it went out of my reach.
The giggling stopped. With a sigh, I got up and walked towards my sweet baby, ready to soothe some tears.

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    Drew Martyn over 3 years ago

    Is there anything more beautiful than a mother passing on her own experience to her child, and being there for them? Beautiful drabble, Frenchie, gentle, poignant and, well, just bloody marvelous :)

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    Frenchie over 3 years ago

    Thank you <3 :)

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    Neville Hunt over 3 years ago

    Lovely. I was waiting for the tragic ending and was delighted when it didn't come. :-)

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