Cold, hungry, and aching all over, she limps toward the house with gleaming lights. She isn’t hoping for anything other than a warm meal and somewhere warm to stay the night.
Lightly, she knocks on the grand-looking door.
Moments later, the door opens, on the other side stands a woman with half-gray hair and a soft smile. “Are you lost, dear?” Teeth clattering, she nods. “Come in.”
Inside, standing at the end of the corridor stands a man. “Matilda, who’s at the door?”
“You would’ve never guessed, sir.”
The man’s jaw grow slack as he instantaneously recognizes his once-lost daughter.
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I certainly hope it’s a happy reunion!
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I certainly hope so, too.
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Amazing. Interesting take on the prompt.
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Thank you.
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Nice!
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Thanks. 🙂
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I love where you’ve ended this story
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Thank you. 🙂 Glad you like it.
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You’re welcome my friend
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I worried a lot about my daughters. Then I took a view from the nursery rhyme ‘Little Bo Beep”
‘Leave them alone and they’ll come home , wagging their tails behind them.’
Usually, independence doesn’t always mean leaving home.
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I agree, independence doesn’t always mean leaving home.
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