Photo Prompt by Sandra Crook.
The Villa that had weathered a century of rain and sunshine, stood upright
sheltering anyone who set their eyes on its facade.
Her mother held her little finger and the other hand held the featherweight
duffel bag but the emotional baggage weighed down her young shoulders.
“Has papa bought this big house for us, mother?” questioned little Mary with
pride in her heart.
“Your papa has gone away to greener pastures”, grinding her teeth with
“I start work as a laundry maid and you keep out of trouble”.
Mary leaned forward and looked up to see the wet cheeks.
Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle
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