Image by Cyranny
Leaving my bike outside the shop, I ventured in. I didn’t have hopes of a warm welcome. After all, the prodigal son doesn’t always gets the hero’s welcome. I went in expecting to find my granny behind the counter dealing with the customers and my mom, in the baking area. Nothing was the same as I had left it. Mom was sitting near the counter, her expression far away. “Mom!” I said tentatively. She turned towards me, a mixture of joy and sorrow on her face. ” So you got the news” she said. “What news mom, What has happened?”
“Granny passed away last Sunday. I am glad you have come back”
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