Death, Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Men, Psychology, Siblings, Women

Lost Mother

They sipped coffee as they spoke of love, past, and present. The aroma of thick pancakes and maple syrup permeated the room. As the waiter brought their order to the table, she remembered. When she smiled her wistful smile, he knew that he had not forgotten either. Their forks made deep wounds in the pancakes. She stabbed at every tiny triangle, while he pained. He wished he could turn back time to when they were little kids with nothing more to worry about than crushes and exams. At that moment, she looked up at him and asked, “Is this why we wanted to grow up?”

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