When the children had started leaving their home one by one, searching for their own life and identity, she never was unduly disturbed nor had cried bitterly for that matter. She had respected the growth and the maturity of the life of her own siblings! She also knew in her heart that her husband was there for her all the time! She had let go of her children and had realized that it was the time for the empty nest and of the rebuilding of their lives without their children…it was like a journey back to their pre-children days! Only this time, there was no honeymoon and no burning passion, but the harmony of their lives of being there for each other through the many ups and downs of life and the comfortable sharing of their lined skins, dimming eye-sights, and of the balding heads!
The summers became one big and colorful maze of sunshine, children, laughter,
films, food and commotion.
Her eyes had filled-in with tears
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