DAILY PROMPT– Sentimental
I’m not sentimental about things or places. We had to move to many places, leave so many things behind when my husband was in a job that I stopped feeling any attachment with any place or thing, but when I saw my mother’s swing, after her demise, in my brother’s house, lying in a corner , all alone, as if waiting for waiting for my mother’s touch not knowing she will never come back. With tears in my eyes I caressed it, I tried to comforted it assuming it’s listening to me. (I wanted to bring it back with me, I had gifted it to my mother, but couldn’t ask my brother to give it back to me). I felt my mother’s presence there. I was relieved. It was not lonely. It has lots of memories to live with.
Mother’s swing
