Love is to Love unconditionally

This is an entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt

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My story follows the photo prompt below

Tears gushed onto her wrinkled cheeks as she saw the mug shots of the dealers’ arrested in the neighborhood drug bust.

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“…Daddy I am gonna be a museum guard… when I grow up”

“You would look handsome in that uniform son and..”

“Don’t encourage such mediocre dreams Richard. Else he will grow up to be a nobody, just like you”

“He is our son Annie. That’s enough to love him”

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He was a good hearted, bright and cheerful boy, but a disappointment in her eyes. After his father passed away he left and never came back.

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31 thoughts on “Love is to Love unconditionally

  1. How sad that what the father did wasn’t enough for the mother and even though she probably only wanted what was best for her son, she drove him away, too. Also sad that he ended up as a drug dealer.

    janet

  2. I don’t think berating the father in front of the son was good protocol. A little encouragement never hurt either. Good story, Shreyank.

    Shouldn’t the first line read “gonna” instead of “gone”?

  3. I hope he gets to be a museum guard. Like the one in the ‘Night at the Museum’ movies. Now that wood be cool, wouldn’t it! And one would tend to think that Mother would never go to a Museum…

    Cheers.

  4. a great story, it’s really heartbreaking. only shows how crucial it is for parents to let their children know that they will always be loved no matter what…

Go on ! Say what you feel :)

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