Some movie once said, somewhere between those unfortunate ages of 12 and 15, I should have a “coming of age” moment. Something forever cemented in time as the moment I knew; the moment I became … something more. I balked and bought a book then grimaced when it preached the same line around page 53.
Who ever said I really had to grow up anyway?
Even a million miles away I can see mom purse her lips over my messy shelves. Her sigh is evidence enough though she smiles through the words.
“I just wish you would clean up your mess and come home.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Thank you, thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.
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