"Dear son,
Hope you are fine. How is everyone else?..."
Her pen is smiling to the paper; crying with tears of ink. Tears gave birth to letters on the paper. She who has experienced all the flavors of life has no essence of taste in her life, now.
"...Wishes in advance for the nearing Christmas. Perhaps, this smile won't stay long enough for the days of Christmas-joy; it may dissolve into the eternal darkness. Dear son, don't forget to celebrate Christmas amidst the busy life......"
The salty ink then gave life to several joyful matters in the letter which is going to reach the post box without an address. And when the papers were fully soaked, when there were no more papers to be soaked, concluded with the eternal pen,
"with love,
Mommy."
YOU ARE READING
With love, Mommy
Short StoryA letter from a mother; to her son; who may be alive or dead. With no address. __A Mother's day special release. Very very short; with a few number of sentences. #245 on Dec 2016
