It was nearly sundown and Wesley ran through the field ahead of him, his mother a few paces behind. Beverly intentionally remained behind, wanting only to watch her son and treasure the time they had together. Only a few short years had passed since her husband's death and her heart ached every time she looked at Wesley and thought that he wouldn't grow up to know his father. There were times that his questions brought her great joy and times that remembering was too hard for her. She missed Jack with every fiber of her being, but she knew she was lucky to have Wesley. Their son was like a lifeline for her, a bridge between herself and the part of her that had died with her husband.
Wesley stopped, calling back to her with the brightest smile she had seen on his face. She couldn't help smiling in response, ignoring the tug on her heart as she picked up her pace and hurried forward.
"Wesley, look." Leaning over, Beverly plucked a dandelion from the field, holding it up so Wesley could see the white seedlings. Wesley grinned, running one finger over it, before Beverly took a deep breath and blew. Seeds flew everywhere, pulled by the currents of the wind and helpless to stop. That's how she felt sometimes, pulled by the wind of life and powerless to stop.
"Mom, c'mon!"
Wesley turned and ran. With a smile on her face, Beverly followed, watching her son. She had to keep going, if for no other reason than for her son.
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It was nearly sundown and Wesley ran through the field ahead of him, his mother a few paces behind. Beverly intentionally remained behind, wanting only to watch her son and treasure the time they had together. Only a few short years had passed since her husband's death and her heart ached every time she looked at Wesley and thought that he wouldn't grow up to know his father. There were times that his questions brought her great joy and times that remembering was too hard for her. She missed Jack with every fiber of her being, but she knew she was lucky to have Wesley. Their son was like a lifeline for her, a bridge between herself and the part of her that had died with her husband.
Wesley stopped, calling back to her with the brightest smile she had seen on his face. She couldn't help smiling in response, ignoring the tug on her heart as she picked up her pace and hurried forward.
"Wesley, look." Leaning over, Beverly plucked a dandelion from the field, holding it up so Wesley could see the white seedlings. Wesley grinned, running one finger over it, before Beverly took a deep breath and blew. Seeds flew everywhere, pulled by the currents of the wind and helpless to stop. That's how she felt sometimes, pulled by the wind of life and powerless to stop.
"Mom, c'mon!"
Wesley turned and ran. With a smile on her face, Beverly followed, watching her son. She had to keep going, if for no other reason than for her son.