Diversions: Intermission
“What is it Gramma?” asked the inquisitive child.
“Looks like a package.” Looking around she saw no trace of the one that left it. “It’s strange.”
“What Gramma?” She pulled at the cardboard-colored package that was left on the doorstep.
“The handwriting on here. Let’s go inside, honey. It’s getting late.” She recognized the handwriting, but couldn’t place it.
Granddaughter and Grandmother, hand in hand, entered their home.
A few snips with the green scissors made quick work of the wrapping.
“Sweetheart, it’s a videotape. I wonder who sent it.”
Her little fingers pulled out a typed note from one of the paper layers. “Look Gramma!”
Taking it into her hand, she read it aloud. “Happy Birthday! From a friend.”
“Let’s watch it!” Happiness graced her granddaughter’s face, bringing a smile to her own. She was excited that everyone knew it was her fourth birthday.
Grandmother held onto her broken heart necklace, the remaining right side proclaimed ‘Mother.’
“Gramma? What’s wrong?” her granddaughter asked, perplexed by her grandmother’s reaction.
“Honey, come here. We need to talk.” She opened her arms, ready to embrace her. “Come to Gramma, please.”
Outside, clutching the right side of her heart-shaped necklace, she wiped the tears from her eyes on her right sleeve. It broke her heart to leave, but it was time.
She fingered the word ‘Daughter’ as she wiped the tears on her sleeve.
“One day, I’ll be back.”
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