This is no ordinary tale my mother told me, not that any of her stories are. She is as ordinary as a horse with wings. Honestly, sometimes I can't understand how she is my mother. We are as different as two people can be. Since her teenage years she has adored pottery and painting. My mother still creates amazing pieces of art, but she never keeps them for longer than a month. She takes them to an old lake a few miles away from our house. She brings all the pottery and paintings she has made till the 14th day of every month. But on August 14th she also carries yellow roses with her. I was never allowed to go with her, but that was before I turned sixteen. That is when she told me the story I am about to tell.
It goes all the way back to the summer my mother turned sixteen..
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The Green Eyed Boy
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