They had not seen their father since he was lying in a wooden box, five years ago. Yet as their world circled around them, both children could see him along the guardrail – as if he was in a spotlight on a stage. They could hear their mother scream as the sky spun below them with the ground above.
"Mom has more to do here,” he said holding out a hand to them, “It's time. Come with me, my little angels.”
Then, they felt time stop – and happiness.
About the Creator
Andrew T. Osso
My motto: life should be simple.
Explore it one step at a time.
Find joy and happiness in each moment.
Be yourself, but always respectful of others.
And always ask to pet the dog.
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