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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada 
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My grandson does not want to give me a hug or a kiss, but runs up to me waiting by the door to wave goodbye as his dad is driving me to the train station. Just three years old, I can feel his kind of sadness when he senses people are leaving his world not to be there to play with him when he wakes up or sit beside him when he eats his meal while watching with him his favorite children shows on his mini ipad. He doesn't want his hair tousled, says he is a boy and only girls sit before mirrors fixing their hair gets this notion maybe from watching me or his mom; but even his dad combs his hair by the mirror... this discrimination amuses us. So I gave him a last wave of goodbye as the car backs out of the driveway, and until we're out of sight. I can imagine him still waving by the door as if by doing so we might come back again, never to leave. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . Those grand-kids, especially the boys. I think rebellion is in our genes. He will come back to you. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wonderful write, my friend, thoroughly enjoyed. j. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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