Here I was again. Parked on the corner street in front of her gallery. The same place I have found myself almost everyday since I left her office weeks ago. I waited patiently just to have a glimpse of her. I have had ample opportunity to walk in there, confront her and tell her the truth. My truth. She was mine. My past, My future, My heart and My life. She was my daughter.
The sound of rain was interrupted by a knock. Startled into reality from another daydream, I turned.
“Mam, Why are you following me?” “Who are you?”
This is my 100 word entry for http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ the word this week is Ample.