Regrets

Rocking in the chair awaiting her grandson's rare visits, the dear old woman prayed that she'd see his face soon. Hear his voice and enjoy company of a familiar face, even if it was for just a few minutes.

Time would drag until his arrival, and fly as he sat restless. As if it didn't show he'd rather be somewhere else. Still loving his short visit, none the less.

Ah, there is no worse feeling in the world as feeling a burden to those we love, she thought. Her heart ached.