In the moonlight

She looked at the moon. It was shining light onto the balcony. The moon looks so pretty from here, how can it be so grey and ugly, she wondered aloud. The little one came to sit by her, his little feet hardly touching the floor. He asked her where his mother was - in the…Read more In the moonlight


His mother

He loved her. She was his mother. She may not have been there for him. She may not have been a part of his childhood or young adulthood - he still loved her. He had watched her play with his little brother and sister. He had watched them sharing laughs and phrases that seemed to…Read more His mother