I stood back as hubby kissed his parents goodbye. Thankful for the fifteen hour journey back to my personal space. I have never been so excited to say goodbye.
“Don’t feed the baby all that ghee, you’re overfeeding him.”
“Have you given him ghee today, look at his tiny limbs. Don’t you ever feed him?”
As far as my mother-in-law was concerned her grandson was doomed.
Yet now she screams like a crazed woman? Extolling my mothering skills at the grave.
Perhaps if she had been kind I won’t have nagged hubby to move our departure flight forward. Perhaps …
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Rich Voza, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.